I came here on the fifth to hang out and just chill
I'm getting mixed signals from you, from you
I'm so outta tune (Tune)
I'm getting mixed feelings from you, from you
We're too outta tune
Mixed signals, soft spoken
You screaming, I don't know any other way to live it
No games, no gimmicks
Why are you pretendin'? Yeah
Too many decisions, yeah
I'm getting mixed signals from you, from you
I'm so outta tune (Tune)
I'm getting mixed feelings from you, from you
We're too outta tune
They want me to
Ask to speak, fuck that
I stand fit, I will never fall back
If you inauthentic, you're my doormat
Copycat, copycat, copycat-cat
Five minutes in the booth, it's a wrap-wrap
One time for the paint on the train
The five-O capped 'em all, put him away
Face tattoo, yeah, he has tats on his face
Paintin' rainbows in a concrete jungle
Paintin' rainbows when it storm, when it rain
Paintin' rainbows on the seats in a train
I paint rainbows when I speak, when I sing
I paint rainbows when I speak, when I sing
They sellin' out they soul for riches
Piss-poor, they broke in the spirit
Still here with the ones that I came with
Still here with the ones that I came with
Sunshine, yeah, sunny sunshine
We still here bitch, look we alive
Late night studio, grind, grind, grind
We still here when they thought we were died
Mama raised us, solid rock
Came from the ground, but I touch the sky
You can do anything you want in this life
You can do anything you want in this life
One for the dreamers, one for the kids
One for anyone goin' through shit
Plot, plot, execute, plot, dream big
Money got sent, then bitch, plot again
Plot, pure like the ocean, hard like a rock
There's rocks on my neck and there's rocks in this Glock
Yeah, pulled up, be finna show ya
Black bitch in a white Range Rover
This is the original
But don't run it up
Don't run it up
D-Don't run it up
Th-This is the original
But don't run it up
Don't run it up
D-Don't run it up
I was born with my feet in the sand
I know there's a God in the sky when I pray
I do for the ones that do for me
I do for the ones that do for me
All my rap niggas shit ya, rap nigga drip
Fuck around, baby, pass me the spliff
I'm just sayin' don't be loose with ya tongue
Everything you say come right back around
I got eyes in these rooms
Might as well be a spy in this room
Oh, when I look at your face I can tell what's the truth
I reach for the sky, the sky give me the moon
(The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky) Gives me the moon
Every time I tell the truth
(The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky) Gives me the moon
Every time I tell the truth
I tell the truth
I tell the truth, I tell the fuckin' truth, bitch
This is the original
But don't run it up
Don't run it up
D-Don't run it up
Th-This is the original
But don't run it up
Don't run it up (I tell the truth)
D-Don't run it up (I tell the fuckin' truth, bitch)
This is the original
But don't run it up
Don't run it up
D-Don't run it up
Th-This is the original
But don't run it up
Don't run it up (I, I, I tell the truth)
D-Don't run it up (I tell the fuckin' truth, bitch)
I stand fit
If you inauthentic, you're my doormat
Copycat, copycat, copycat-cat
Five minutes in the booth, it's a wrap-wrap
