Текст песни Supposedly - Self Provoked

On A High Note motherfucker
That's what I represent
Nothing else
Unless we talking bout that tagging shit
Eeeeyoo!
Homie I still rep
Rap slow, rap fast
The same shit still sick
Fuck a critic who run lip
Sofa warrior, keyboard warrior dumb bitch
Wipe the table clean and break my weed
It's what I breath
Flip a coin cause fuck a choice
I'm here for destiny
My crew will go toe to toe with every fallen angel
We build our own pyramids with steeper type of angles
Throw bibles at you like I'm tryna preach a message
Living in god's farm, I'm tryna soak the lessons
Been stressin', thought of death, it's no blessing
Wanna live forever, do the words that I'm addressing
I don't dig these rappers, I don't like their flow
I don't like these cameras, I don't want these hoes
Supposedly they got an eye on us
Supposedly they got our phones tapped
Supposedly, I'm supposed to be
Scared of a triangle with an eye inside
Putting all my energy inside my craft
Trying to make some money, trying to make it fast
Girls from school who used to never pay me mine
Open my messages, they want me to waste their time
Waste my time? Waste your time? Waste who's time?
Nah I'm fine
Baby girl I'm chilling and I'm getting mine
I'm thinking bigger picture and you're looking small
Fuck em all
I advertise my brand up on a fucking wall
He on some pay to get on shit
I'm on some this is where I belong shit
We don't think the same
She said that I'm a little bit too arrogant
Don't tell me how to act within my element
I swear they living like they on some sedatives
Fuck your lifestyle it's too repetitive
Supposedly they got an eye on us
Supposedly they got our phones tapped
Supposedly, I'm supposed to be
Scared of a triangle with an eye inside