Holla

I'm growing up, figuring out what taxes are and shit
Um, you know, yeah
Look, look, like, I'm really grown now, no time for passing notes

Classic khakis on, simple graphics on my coat
The world is just a playground for holding on to hope
With a smile to my ears, cause I finally feel at home
But what you even happy about, acting like you plat

Broke boy, broke boy, I don't need a plaque
Y'all talking all that noise, I've been hearing all that jazz
Yeah, I'm cool and sentimental, zero problems where I'm at
The fame got you stuck in the game, its such a shame

You'd really trade your life for a different face
You're perfect, the way that you came, go make mistakes
Live a life up don't let them say that you can't
I'm right, I'm wrong, like all the time

My thoughts, my fears have come to life, baby
I'm over you, my darling
I'm over you
Mama, come holla

I just got some dollars
I'm a baller, no scholar
This world made me a rasta, now I'm gone
Da, da, da, da

Please hold on
Da, da, da, da
it won't take long

My music might just end up in a book

The lyrics on the page set the themes for the hooks
And it's kinda like this life, cause the way that we believe
Got us opened up for others, but won't open up for me
Superficial needs, bitch, I made them make believe

So go ahead, fulfill your greed
Watch me bleed
I'm right, I'm wrong, like all the time
I'm right, I'm wrong, like all the time

Mama, come holla
I just got some dollars
I'm a baller, no scholar
This world made me a rasta

I said, Mama,
come holla
I just got some dollars
I'm a baller, no scholar
This world made me a rasta, now I'm gone