Props (Explicit)

People pleasing the root of the problem always

Bittersweet cause I had to learn it the hard way

Talk my **** on the mic, but it's hard to parle in person

I rarely party

Hair going ombre

Tired of the heartache I'm writing happier songs

I made it through all of my hard days (made it, made it, I made it)

I think this the part where you applaud, give me props cause

I just gave somebody new my heart, hope we prosper

I stopped holding back on what I thought cause you feel awkward

I'm a better person overall

I'm a spitting image of my art

I'ma be exactly who I want

I'ma be exactly who I thought

(Yeah)

I'm still tryna be better at being honest

Putting words to my feelings can be the hardest

Ironically, I'm an artist

Painstakingly modest

Only kissing the ring when I'm making good on my promise to me

Keeping sane is the key

I'm wearing more and going out less, happier than can be

Lazy days with my baby, let's make a baby indeed

Won't resort to no violence if the haters retreat

It's the cadence for me

It's the patience for me

It's the standing in my spot to keep it vacant for me

It's the time it took to show me just how great I could be

It's the money that I made off niggas hating for free

Newsflash buddy

I can’t even hate my haters

That’s what honesty be

I’m the one who plant the tree,

They just put water to seed

Realised the only reason I ain’t reaching my dreams

Is I’m the biggest mother****er that’s been sleeping on me

Oh well

That’s in the past, I’m doing better now I notice

I could be as big as anybody if I really focus

Don’t happen overnight, no miracle or hocus pocus

It’s consistency in imagery

The bigger picture posted

Man the doors ain’t really locked up

Mhmmm

Once you realise you got sum'n

Mhmmm

Now my praises being tossed up

Mhmmm

This the part where you applaud

Man, you gotta give me props cause

I just gave somebody new my heart, hope we prosper

I stopped holding back on what I thought cause you feel awkward

I'm a better person overall

I'm a spitting image of my art

I'ma be exactly who I want

I'ma be exactly who I thought

People pleasing the root of the problem always