Lyrics Meant to Be - Royalty

Contemplatin why my mind ain′t what it seems
Steady grindin, tryna make a couple dollars off my dreams
We be vibin, pop a couple bottles at the scene
Meanwhile I'm in the corner, jottin down my latest schemes
Steady rhymin, whatchu mean
I′m, tryna bust my denim pockets out the seams
I, been tryna make it since the age of 17
I, I guess this shit was always meant to be

Kick rocks, you lame dogs can't stand up
Whole time I been runnin w my hands up
Worried bout the fans, if I ever really had one
But it's all good cause I′m young and I′m handsome
Insert rich, when my bands up
If the Girl dumb thick, imma grab some
Tell her she can hit me on the gram for a meet and greet
Bring her back, have her fuckin to my anthems
Everything designer, nah that ain't for me
I ain′t need to rock Versace, she gone lick tip
Sippin lean, got her grabbin on my stick shift
Swervin in the fast lane, whip doin kickflips

(Yeah)
Bring it back, bring it back
Imma get the whole block bouncin
Got a lotta drip on my outfit
Cause shawty let me take a little sip from her fountain

(Yeah)
Bring it back bring it back
Now she got my hotel drownin
All the ones who doubt, what now then
It's lookin like y′all mothafuckas running out of options

Contemplatin why my mind ain't what it seems
Steady grindin, tryna make a couple dollas off my dreams
We be vibin, pop a couple bottles at the scene
Meanwhile I′m in the corner, jottin down my latest schemes
Steady rhymin, whatchu mean
I'm, tryna bust my denim pockets out the seams
I, been tryna make it since the age of 17
I, I guess this shit was always meant to be

(It was always meant to be)
Watch the pace I been workin at
Gone head, and take a couple notes
I ain't finna make it big, if I don′t stomp a couple throats
But if you w me from the jump, you gone be jumpin at my show
On ya mark set go
Real ones got it for me aint afraid to show
But, I think it′s bout that time to let the rest of y'all know
I got this game on lock on ya mark, set, go

Bring it back, bring it back
Imma get the whole block bouncin
Got a lotta drip on my outfit
Cuz shawty let me take a little sip from her fountain

Bring it back, bring it back
Now she got my hotel drownin
All the ones who doubt, what now then
It′s lookin like y'all mothafuckas running out of options

Contemplatin why my mind ain′t what it seems
Steady grindin, tryna make a couple dollas off my dreams
We be vibin, pop a couple bottles at the scene
Meanwhile I'm in the corner, jottin down my latest schemes
Steady rhymin, whatchu mean
I′m, tryna bust my denim pockets out the seams
I, tryna make it since the age of 17
I, I guess this shit was always meant to be