Текст песни Calm - 4onzii

Tryna maximize my potential with this paper and this pencil
Been tryna make a masterpiece homie, without the stencil
Clearing out my mental on these blessed instrumentals
They named me "Worthy of Praise", and it's not coincidental

The streets is hungry, I been cookin up a feast
The boy look harmless, but trust me I'm a beast
Nowadays I'm moving like Uber Eats
Cuz if a nigga want beef, then ima bring it where he sleep, yeah

But enough with the tough guy shit
On my worst days, these niggas couldn't touch my shit
Niggas hatin cuz they know they shorty bump my shit
Labels waitin, they ain't never seen it done like this

"He a beast, he a problem, yeah he dirty for sure"
No leash, but I'm a DOG, I'll murder for show
I ain't speak in so long about the shit that I know
And if I never make the album hope they see my notes

Nowadays everybody is the same
Rappers copy, paste, and that'll get em the fame
Nah I ain't hatin man, go head and do ya thing
But I'm different from these niggas, in a whole different lane

Surfboarding on beats I'm on a whole different wave
Heart broke into pieces, it's a whole different pain
Went and got it, and lost it, ima go get it again
There's shorties I coulda cuffed, but I'm focused on dividends

Yeah I been in the booth, I been confessing all my sins
And I been cheffin the truth, I got the recipe to win
When I was down bad they expected me to give in
I hope they judge me for my mind and they don't judge me for my skin

Your Honor a goner if they don't free my nigga ankle
He got too many problems, so he just tryna get his papers
We goin thru them times that make you think that God hates us
But trials and tribulations gonna make us before they break us

So we hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst
Remember I was losin hope, had me thinking I was cursed
I ain't wanna go to school, I ain't wanna go to church
Mama thinking ima fool, got me questioning my worth

But I'm that nigga, I been that way since birth
So every time I touch a beat, I gotta put it in a hearse
And if I got it on my mind, I gotta put it in a verse
And if I gotta love a shorty, Ima put the money first

Send the lawyer the prenup, I'm playing 2k with my feet up
Hit up 2k for the re-up, eating slices from Maria's
I remember when they couldn't see us
Nowadays it feel like niggas wanna be us

Gotta thank Jesus! Satan want me riding in the Prius
But God was playin defense, want me riding in the Beamer
It's the season! So you know I been hoopin like Ariza
And my brother keep a heater got em freezing