My Attitude*

[Verse 1] Back up in this bitch like woah Still Dealing with demons I met in the third grade Still seeing space I'm Bumpy with no chain Cast me the plate The bill its no game Big hair Big boots Big mood Okay Backseat boy but I drive my own way Got a little freaky like champagne on my face She said I'm exclusive like the third time today God showed me hollering through a federal case Blood on the leaves He believed in me today I pray to my angels but they text back late Yes Even holy ones eat five niggas and grapes I season up my sins with a dash of honey Got love on my ear and revenge on my plate God took his time and then he hanged green money Now double the money and try to take it away [Chorus] I know where I'm going Just me and my attitude I know where I'm going Just me and my attitude [Verse 2] Pass me the shadows Bar from the past life I had to eat the apple Don't worry about me I spent my early 20's careful 29 club Its a hustle and a hassle Any asshole that try to take my castle Get thrown back Rewind like callow Reporting live from Juno Reinventing tomorrow Love on the side like I really like Chappell Everyone turn tell your boy be to a natural Turn my whole life in to a recessive [?] channel I'd rather be Truman Life's better as an actor I don't want to be Spielberg I need to sleep better [Chorus] I know where I'm going Just me and my attitude I know where I'm going Just me and my attitude [Verse 3] Let me pretend that I don't call Let me pretend you got a problem going on Let me pretend that I wanna just get along Maybe that's the answer to every Michael song Let me pretend that I'm my own best friend Let me pretend that I ain't a sex addict We all the same nigga anyway What's real What's fake I'm so caught up in a phase Let the rhyme fake face I hear Jesus had a gang You hear JPTSD Like me and devan Let me pretend that i ain't burning Now cook Let me pretend that he don't wait still for my kiss Shallow my look Tryna mimic my scripts Stealing my style Let me till my soul split Wind on my face Blood on my hands cools Let me pretend that this bitch feel natural That god ain't far Just crying on sabbatical Let me make a song that you would cry to A song that you could laugh to A track to make the whole room beat your ass to But that's just my attitude