Tropical Bars

Lyrics

[Verse] It's a new year, got a new feelin', I'ma do some numbers growin' through the ceilin' All these super-villains, they need supervision, tryna use my vision to improve they rhythm But they off-beat, I stay in the pocket like a bitch's wallet in a business office Man, I put it out, and ain't no limit stoppin', tryna finish projects 'fore I'm in a coffin Call that legacy, I got so many things waitin' ahead of me, tryna be seventy Feelin' like twenty-three, no one can get to me, I'm tryna blow they minds before they blow mine, Kennedy Blow some rhymes before they're no lines left in me, open minds so they can all shine next to me And when I make it out here alive, I doubt they're inspired, but when I'm always winnin', man, I don't mind jealousy You know I gotta stop all of the braggin' shit, so many haters, S.M.H. the acronym Tryna get a couple, "OMG"'s or a, "WTF, he is so sexy" I got no Bentley, beat is so deadly, walked up to the rap club, no entry And I feel a little like I won't get seen, 'cause I'm so white, won't fight, don't get me 'Cause I'm comin' at this music with a different set of ideas, tryna build my own crib, like it's IKEA Here's a pro-tip: take no tips from people who ain't pros yet, bitches always so stressed 'Cause they tryna find that great escape, nation of dreamers, all tryna stay awake Everyday, I'm gettin' up to 808's, day-to-day hustle, just tryna pave a way People with the problems always give the most advice, like- Why don't you sort your own life? Don't come close to mine I'm mostly fine, so please leave me alone to whine And, next time you talkin' shit, please bring me an open mind 'Cause people lockin' they own ideas in straitjackets I'm David Blaine's magic, I'm helpin' you break past it I'm tryin' to raise havoc, not tryin' to stay savage Tryin' to make balance while findin' my great passion I'm climbin' to get up this while witnessin' injustice By who people in love with or based off of skin colors This shit is so disgustin', I'm seein' it in public I'm tryin' to make sense of it here in the discussions And I close my eyes and go to sleep, waitin' until they notice me Waitin' till my creations are makin' everything so complete My thoughts are scattered, I find lots of patterns I try not to let it get my plots in ashes The system is givin' them two paths like, "Choose that" I'm turnin' my bruised back, say "Fuck it" to boot straps I'm wearin' my own shoes through that huge path ahead of me One that I'm tryin' to pave with the new rap celebrity Sometimes, the superficial is somethin' that's so enticing Something that's so inviting, I gotta show when it's biting, yeah [Outro] Tropical bars, man, yeah That's all I really needed to say, yeah