Lyrics to divots
I'll stand here all night and wait if I have to
My dear friend, you truly are perfect
They don't think that I'm an artist (Fuck that)
They don't think I'm making progress (Fuck that)
I made this beat in ten minutes (No cap)
I'm pushing very wide limits (Oh, snap)
Tryna tell me what my part is (Fuck that)
That music isn't where my heart is (Fuck that)
Though there's very few digits
Something's gotta break, gotta give, if you make enough divots
Chip away, chip away
Chip away, again and again
If I got myself, I don't need a friend
Always been independent like the trucks on the boards
I get so fucked up if I feel a little borеd
Gotta move, get a move on, I don't wanna sit
Yеah, they tell me that it's fine, but I don't see them doing shit
I wanna be my own idol, man, I'm monotheistic
I believe in myself, only me, I'm my Jesus
I gotta only go fast like it's Ramadan
These dudes talking 'bout cash, they don't know what I'm on
You could love a girl who ends up in the blotter
So focus on yourself, you might end up even hotter
They don't think that I'm an artist (Fuck that)
They don't think I'm making progress (Fuck that)
I made this beat in ten minutes (No cap)
I'm pushing very wide limits (Oh, snap)
Tryna tell me what my part is (Fuck that)
That music isn't where my heart is (Fuck that)
Though there's very few digits
Something's gotta break, gotta give, if you make enough divots
I got the tools, I got the means
I got everything I need
I got abilities to be something you think's right, wrong, or something between
All of this time thinking 'bout everyone else
But what about me
What do I want (Yeah, yeah)
What do I want (Yeah, yeah)
I want respect (Yeah)
I want a check (Yeah)
I want them off of my tense fucking neck (Yeah)
How much of it is in my head? Let me check
Looks like ninety-nine percent
But the one is a threat (Damn)
Shoutout Arin, he's been working and I'm proud as shit
Gotta make it to the point where I can have my kids
Tell 'em everything I did and be like, "Now that's it"
Then I'll turn around and reminisce
They don't think that I'm an artist (Fuck that)
They don't think I'm making progress (Fuck that)
I made this beat in ten minutes (No cap)
I'm pushing very wide limits (Woo)
Tryna tell me what my part is (Fuck that)
That music isn't where my heart is (Fuck that)
Though there's very few digits
Something's gotta break, gotta give, if you make enough divots
My dear friend, you truly are perfect
They don't think that I'm an artist (Fuck that)
They don't think I'm making progress (Fuck that)
I made this beat in ten minutes (No cap)
I'm pushing very wide limits (Oh, snap)
Tryna tell me what my part is (Fuck that)
That music isn't where my heart is (Fuck that)
Though there's very few digits
Something's gotta break, gotta give, if you make enough divots
Chip away, chip away
Chip away, again and again
If I got myself, I don't need a friend
Always been independent like the trucks on the boards
I get so fucked up if I feel a little borеd
Gotta move, get a move on, I don't wanna sit
Yеah, they tell me that it's fine, but I don't see them doing shit
I wanna be my own idol, man, I'm monotheistic
I believe in myself, only me, I'm my Jesus
I gotta only go fast like it's Ramadan
These dudes talking 'bout cash, they don't know what I'm on
You could love a girl who ends up in the blotter
So focus on yourself, you might end up even hotter
They don't think that I'm an artist (Fuck that)
They don't think I'm making progress (Fuck that)
I made this beat in ten minutes (No cap)
I'm pushing very wide limits (Oh, snap)
Tryna tell me what my part is (Fuck that)
That music isn't where my heart is (Fuck that)
Though there's very few digits
Something's gotta break, gotta give, if you make enough divots
I got the tools, I got the means
I got everything I need
I got abilities to be something you think's right, wrong, or something between
All of this time thinking 'bout everyone else
But what about me
What do I want (Yeah, yeah)
What do I want (Yeah, yeah)
I want respect (Yeah)
I want a check (Yeah)
I want them off of my tense fucking neck (Yeah)
How much of it is in my head? Let me check
Looks like ninety-nine percent
But the one is a threat (Damn)
Shoutout Arin, he's been working and I'm proud as shit
Gotta make it to the point where I can have my kids
Tell 'em everything I did and be like, "Now that's it"
Then I'll turn around and reminisce
They don't think that I'm an artist (Fuck that)
They don't think I'm making progress (Fuck that)
I made this beat in ten minutes (No cap)
I'm pushing very wide limits (Woo)
Tryna tell me what my part is (Fuck that)
That music isn't where my heart is (Fuck that)
Though there's very few digits
Something's gotta break, gotta give, if you make enough divots
