HEAVYWEIGHT - Newman

Heavy the head

I’m a heavy weight

Really I don’t give a damn

All in ya head

Ima head of em

Everyday

Pray for the fam

Rolling

I’m rolling

I’m rolling

Im rolling

I’m rolling these grams

They scroll on the gram

They sending me spam

But trynna tell me who I am

Say that he real

But he turned on his mans

I don’t trust no one

Enough to keep talking revealing these plans

Revealing the hand

Talking on twitter with strangers again

They hung 'em again

On the timeline

Rest in piec

Dead where h stand

I got the Recipe

Dead president

Till the death of me

Told em to follow the lead

They chicken out

Seeds

I planted like sesame

Softer than Sesame Street

Thinking that we

Was in the same league

That’s a Rubber Band Man reach

I just wanted sand by the beach

They was all sandman sleep

Till I dropped

Week after week

Hit my folks

Just last week

Took a pandemic just a speak

Took a whole bottle just to peak

Round corner of heavens Gates

God

Knows I’m trynna fill the plate/

A hunnid mil

Split a hunnid ways

I’m trynna change my ways

Fr

Got no time for the lightweight

No better feeling

Than filling my plate

Another lap 'round the sun

I Start to question

Do I even got it?

'Fore I ever me got it

Pray for deposit

Prayers to the prophet

Counting up profits

Was is it all worth it, nigga?

Know it’s far from perfect

Know them demons lurking

Lord have mercy on me

Know we working

Really in the Birkin

You gone run into debt

Just for they respect

You’ll never be rich /

Trading time for a check

Lately I been stressing less=

All it took is a little finesse

By the book

Kept it close the vest

I can’t second guess it

From the first time I thought it

I caught a blessing

I’m just jogging

The world in my palm yeah

Pressing play

Make it feel

Like they just slept in late

Kept in hate

No debate

No delay

Til sons daughters straight

Alternate down the lane

I told em it’s more to gain

10,000 hours I paint

While they was all sandman sleep

Till I dropped

Week after week

Hit my folks

Just last week

Took a pandemic just a speak

Took a whole bottle just to peak

Round corner of heavens Gates

God knows I’m trynna fill the plate/

A hunnid mil

Split a hunnid ways

I’m trynna change my ways

Fr