Lyrics SORTA KINDA - AUGY

(Doo doo doo doo doo)
Young boy ruthless
Lacing up my sneakers, I been following the blueprint
Stackin up the problems in my mind, I been through it
I don't even chat about it boy I just do it
(I just do it)
What you know about me
Flyer than a new fit but I buy cheap
Chiller than a stoner but I don't puff tree
Tryna find the vision but somehow it found me
(It found me, that's crazy)

Bitch I feel alive
I'm that motherfucker they be asking me to slide, yuh
Nothing gon' impress me anymore the bar is higher
I don't do appearances unless my fit is fire
Nowadays a lotta people got it sorta kinda
Alotta music cool sorta kinda
Talking loud but are you down to work? sorta kinda
Sorta kinda
Destiny's a bitch but I ain't stopping 'till I wife her

Welcome to the underground
We appreciate your searching
See me and all my clowns are tryna move out of this circus
(Perfect)
But the rent is unaffordable
Going round door to door with pretzels & some oreos
Borrowed casamigos from a liquor store then flew home
Drank away our sorrows while the sheriff searched the stockroom
Playing with competitors
(We ain't never seen em tho)
Pass the baton I'm confused what we waiting for

CEO of "fuck y'all", we started our own company
Leaving tough stains like the makeup on my canopy
Dressed in all black leave our card on the back'll read
"you ever do us wrong we'll pay you back, we ain't a charity"
My enemies the purest form of marketing, I thank y'all
Spoke with my accountant and we appreciate the income
Coming for whoever is in charge this operation
Fuck a fair fight we didn't come through to lose one

Bitch I feel alive
I'm that motherfucker they be asking me to slide, yuh
Nothing gon' impress me anymore the bar is higher
I don't do appearances unless my fit is fire
Nowadays a lotta people got it sorta kinda
Alotta music cool sorta kinda
Talking loud but are you down to work? sorta kinda
Sorta kinda
Destiny's a bitch but I aint stopping 'till I wife her

Your man is pretty fine but I'm finer
Posting that that love one of a kind but I'm kinder
Y'all ain't really moving you just sitting with a grinder
Rolling on a binder
(Do your homework)

Half my haters didn't graduate
And I ain't even dissing I'm just happy we could congregate (That means talk)
If I ain't invited I wont say a thing
'Cause even broke bitches find a reason they can celebrate

Bitch I feel alive
I'm that motherfucker they be asking me to slide, yuh
Nothing gon' impress me anymore the bar is higher
I don't do appearances unless my fit is fire
Nowadays a lotta people got it sorta kinda
Alotta music cool sorta kinda
Talking loud but are you down to work? sorta kinda
Sorta kinda
Destiny's a bitch but I aint stopping 'till I wife her

(Damn, damn that's crazy)
(This was supposed to be a pop song actually I don't know what happened)