LAYERS

Yeah (ayy)

I got layers to me

I got plans, I got goals, I got tricks up my sleeve

I got calls, I got deals, I got people to meet

I got drive, I got soul, I got everything

I got scars, I got heart, I got family to feed

I got people mad I ain't who they want me to be

I got people I don't know tellin' me what I need

Yeah, I got loved ones sayin' that they prayin' for me

I'm thankful for the prayers, I need more of those

Put my hands together, bow my head and thank the Lord for

Everything he's done, yeah, ain't none of us immortal

So while I'm still alive I got so much to look forward to

Addicted to the craft (whoa), got no time to chat (whoa)

Just a little something to hold 'em over for what's next (whoa)

Even when I guess (whoa), I get it correct (whoa)

Question my work ethic, that's a question you don't ask (no, no, no, ayy)

Yeah

Don't ever question if I hustle, work a double

Drop a bomb on me I climb right out the rubble

Not a struggle, tossin' me under the bus will get you muzzled

Pop your bubble (pop), throw your compliments right out the window

So unique with this, I could flip the script and change the schedule

You'd still think that it happened how it should've, keep it subtle

Bunch of geniuses, put they heads together try to huddle up

But still they sit, confused about how I learn to juggle, ayy

Toss around some concepts 'til I pick one

Usually I don't alter my traditions

Foreign to me hit 'em with the switch up

I just had to get this out my system

Been a handful even with a mouth full of hand soap, I still say what I want to

Getting passed? No, better chance beatin' Usain Bolt in my sandals

To be candid, that's like puttin' minivans in NASCAR with a grandma

In the driver seat with her hands up

Show goes on even after the show's over

To get past me you would have to kill me (kill me, kill me, kill, me)

Ayy (kill me, kill me, kill, me)

Tossin' what you want aside for longevity, ain't meant to be

If it causes everything to collapse and affects your heart heavily

What's worth it and what's not?

What's certain and which side will the coin flip to and land on?

When you guess wrong do you stand up or stand down

Even with a man down I man up, well rounded

Held out for the right outlet

Nine houses couldn't make me feel home, childish

Me left, see, the outcome every ounce of my childhood

Played a role in how I wound up with an outlook so crowded

No knowledge, couldn't see through the piles of my problems

Still piled up, past tense, man, I wish it was

But I've come so far so quickly

In it for the long haul, it's routine

Only thing I'm cool with losing is losing sleep

And it's only cool with me

If it means I get to watch my dreams

Come true if I kept it brief

Still you think it was a long story

Recording half of the things I think would

Take six years, prepare, 'cause the chance that you asked for

Might show up at your door one night like, "I'm here

Gonna let me in or just stare?"

It's clear, yeah, six ain't enough

That wouldn't come close to the content between my ears

My layers have got layers

My layers have got layers