Autopilot - Steven Malcolm

They don’t wanna see me up like giannis so I gatta X’em

How you gonna hate when I’m getting to the bread and it used to be breadcrumbs

Midwest livin' that wave, it got me gassed up like an Exxon

Making investments I get it, I get it then on to the next one

Wild’n, right now I’m on autopilot

Ain’t got no stylist how the boy get so stylish

Sliding, gt on the highway gliding

Who driving? Right now it’s on autopilot

Told you we was next up

My journey looking wavy, it don’t faze me in my Tesla

That means I drive myself, I put in work look at my schedule

I make it look easy

Too high can’t reach me

Chunk Duce like ET

When I drop Loui lap top know the plan

Raised by the wolves no hand outs for the man

Ay yo my life is automatic, auto stock, autobahn

Auto start, auto-tune put me in my auto zone

Hol up wait

I need to shout out the fact that my cousin just beat her cancer

Doc said she was a goner, she looked to god for the answer

I told her truth in her prayer

It was real quiet till we showed up

Bunch of lost boys we don’t grow up

Watch me alley oop it finna throw up like…

They don’t wanna see me up like giannis so I gatta X’em

How you gonna hate when I’m getting to the bread and it used to be breadcrumbs

Midwest livin' that wave, it got me gassed up like an Exxon

Making investments I get it, I get it then on to the next one

Wild’n, right now I’m on autopilot

Ain’t got no stylist how the boy get so stylish

Sliding, gt on the highway gliding

Who driving? Right now it’s on autopilot

Can’t help but be me

I got it out the mud only a few know what that mean

Watch me do my David dance they tryna peep my lil routine, you know

Study my moves and how I rock

And how I lean I don’t Tik Tok

But I might, woah

Where I’m from you can’t go

We the ones that they know

Talking rookies talking pros

And you know I hit my goal

Don’t dap me not yo bro

Small circle and it’s closed

From the concrete came the rose

I’m the one that god chose, truth!

They don’t wanna see me up like giannis so I gatta X’em

How you gonna hate when I’m getting to the bread and it used to be breadcrumbs

Midwest livin' that wave, it got me gassed up like an Exxon

Making investments I get it, I get it then on to the next one

Wild’n, right now I’m on autopilot

Ain’t got no stylist how the boy get so stylish

Sliding, gt on the highway gliding

Who driving? Right now it’s on autopilot