M y . l i f e J. Cole, 21 Savage, Morray

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Oh, Lord)

(No matter how, no matter how long it take, yeah)

No matter how long it take, nigga

(Oh, Lord, oh, yeah)

(You better be)

Spiralin up, just like a rich nigga staircase (staircase)

No fly zone, please stay the fuck out my airspace (out my face)

Niggas say things behind backs that they wouldnt dare say (dare say)

Know its on sight when I see you, Im workin at Squarespace

Yeah, top of the mornin, I know that you thought I was dormant

Woke up early from shots that were swarmin

A block full of opps, now the cops in an orbit

Guess somebody got popped, now they knockin on doors

Tryna find an informant but I aint see Nathan

Im mindin my business as God is my witness

No weapon gon prosper thats formin against me

Nigga, Im starvin, immensely

Know when Im done with these songs, you gon miss me

Ja Morant, Im on my Grizzly

You niggas just cubs but no, not the ones in the big leagues

After The Fall Off, I promise Im comin and sellin out Wrigleys

Nigga, Im just a product of poverty, full of narcotics to profit off quickly

My family tree got a history of users that struggle with demons

Not really the hustler instincts