Lyrics: Marques Young
Music: Marques Young
Whatchu do when you speak my name,
I need you not to speak my pain.
Don’t test me when I’m in my lane,
Cuz when I go, you won’t feel the same
Yes it’s true, I can keep my frame
Might be you, yea you might be lame
What I do when I’m in my lane
Reminding you we are the same.
You can say I’m Giannis,
say my name is Bron
Say my name is KD, feel like I be number 1.
Maybe call me Steph, long range with the bombs.
Hands like Ky,
Need a point, call the Guy
You can say, that I got it up out the mud
Hands like a glove, dig. dig. cash. Bust.
Hard work, we trust.
Mold up the dust.
If you ain’t tough, then you’ll prob be a cuck.
The rules of the game, say the game gets rough.
So Imma stay buff while I’m running for the cut
And if I’m cutting you and you thinking you might erupt.
Chill with that hate, you ain’t working hard enough.
Respect for the ones who carry the same mind.
Time is like a lesson, we lessen by life design
Wake up in the morning, first thing that comes to mind.
I’m out until I’m home with my Queen,
It’s dinner time.
Whatchu do when you speak my name,
I need you not to speak my pain.
Don’t test me when I’m in my lane,
Cuz when I go, you won’t feel the same
Yes it’s true, I can keep my frame
Might be you, yea you might be lame
What I do when I’m in my lane
Reminding you we are the same.
My inner purpose
My inner circles
My inner visions
I be the mission,
I peeped the isms
Twisted, I’m fortunate
Rise through the twism
I chose my path my fuel, my restrictions
Some call me blind
My hustle, my prescription
Either way it goes, not running from collision
The challenge makes me great
Iron sharpens in the kitchen
And sometimes you have to chop up a few chickens
When the stove gets hot, fry em up, that’s delicious
Pause, what I’m tryna say, I have no competition
But what lies beneath
My critical interventions
You could say I wrote it
My Psalms, life depictions
And my convictions
Don’t solicit my contradictions
Exonerate my faith from the voices of whack seditions
My life petition,
Signed. I’m running without religion.
I fear the God in me and what’s mine
My despotism.
I have no competition
But what lies beneath
My critical interventions
You could say I wrote it
My Psalms, life depictions
And my convictions
Don’t solicit my contradictions
Exonerate my faith from the voices of whack seditions
My life petition,
Signed. I’m running without religion.
I fear the God in me and what’s mine
My despotism.