[Verse 1: Josh Smith]
Hopped out the shower, picked my hair with my fist comb
Towel around my waist, I’m bopping to my new song
Last night was a mess but it’s whatever
Cuz I woke up feeling good, like my neighbor rocking the sweater
Uh, I can’t be ashy so I use that cocoa butter cream
Put on some khaki shorts or slip into some denim jeans
Got my circle maze suspended from my neck with string
Put on my V-neck then I go to do that high school thing
Bumping Chance and Logic on my way to secondary
Bino and Cole be adding truth to my vocabulary
Yeah, thirty later we pull into parking
Grabbed my bag up out the trunk and then I started walking
And talking, to the people all around me they gawking
They shocked that I have a nonstop flow of confidence
I come across like I’m good and so they rock with it
But in reality I’m kinda spent
Uh, cuz actually it’s all a misconception
I’m just a victim of second guessing and misdirection
Complexion like a mocha from the coffee shop
I’m bittersweet, but be careful cuz I’m Supa Hot
When I get home I’m gonna mess round with some lyrics
Can’t get my homework done on time cuz rapping’s in my spirit
And my level, nobody’s even near it
Opportunity was about to swim away and so I had to spear it
I feared that somehow I wouldn’t be good enough
Cuz a lot of people said I wasn’t hood enough
But then I play my tracks and then they be like that’s what’s up
So I keep on going, sticking with this rapping stuff
I stay writing, I stay rhyming, I stay spitting, I stay grinding
You should know I’m a star, how could I not be shining
So I spit viciously so that you’ll be reminded
When nightmares and doubts come just open your eyes
And simply wake up
[Verse 2: Jalen Montgomery]
Keep me buttered, think I’m out here with the cooking mix
Increasing, greasing, man, you out here with the driest hits
Step out the bed, I keep it nappy, what I know bout picks
Keep it organic while you out here with that rotten shit
I came through with that bubonic plague, my brotha medieval sick
And Josh be burning like that OG in the candlestick
And lately we be out here, keep these brothas sleep with the NyQuil
Man, nocturnal like the owls, man, we done did it keep it spirlin’ bruh
Yeah, yeah, and that’s that hello shit
Make you realize we the generation’s heroes shit
I trap up out the bando, grab the mic and make a mill and shit
And you come through, like “Can we hold this five?” Nah hold this, nah
Another day, another hold up, I don’t got a job
Them racks on racks these brothas talk about seem kinda odd
They ain’t the lyricists, my brotha, we can’t even read
They ain’t the visualists, my brotha, we can’t even breathe!
What this? The fifties? Nah, we done kept it that pro-era
But, damn, I wish we kept it cool as if we were the old school
But that don’t sell, man, they want that OG Maco
Bobby Shmurda commit murder, now he out here in the cellar
Ok, shit, we got to deep man, let’s just have some fun
Cali livin’, man, we hope and pray we see the sun
Wake up and bless up God, man, he stay that number one
All I want in this life is a bad girl and some ones
Suit me up, I’m feeling fresh, I think we going to prom
Versace slacks and jackets, someone tell me where I went wrong
Hit my dance and eat my steak, my dude, I’m feeling raw
Man that’s that high school shit, but I think I did it all
[Outro: Jalen Montgomery]
Yeah, uh, Underestimated
Yeah, all you niggas been terminated
I don’t even rap
I’m on the beat though
Shout out Josh
Yeah
