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