[Verse 1]
Look...
Never worry 'bout the chit and chat
I'm too busy into spitting facts
Put them paws on you like you Eve
If I pay attention to the tit-for-tat
Radio playing more of me
Chris Brown shit I'm raising royalties
Buzz growing so I get to travel
I've been drawing ears like the Disney channel
Baby Maya(?) mean a lot to me
Bank and Mammy(?) mean a lot to me
So I'm tryna get my commas up
Turn them shits into apostrophes
Make 'em look like they apostrophes
I want them to be apostrophes
Keep a bag on the side of me
No I don't wear no colostomy
Haters wanna hear the squad die
Prolly got me on they iPod
I don't even like to hit the club
I be in the cut like peroxide
Hate dealing with these whack cats
All I'm tryna do is stack racks
Til they see me inside the ghost
With a duece up like Snapchat
Motivation so the team grind
No more patience for a weak mind
I'm just making sure my bro sure
He done folded over paper three times
I remember we was pots and pans
All the sudden now I'm not your man
Wasn't really into sign language
Til these niggas started talking outta hand
Yeah...
Random girls sending mad texts
Coming to the shows half dressed
Samuel L. Jackson never won an Oscar
I ain't get your trophy off my shaft yet
Samuel L. Jackson never won an Oscar
I ain't get your trophy off my shaft yet
I'm going forward and forward
I'm on it and armored the coroners is on us they mourn us
Man I've been performing and touring
The way that I'm stacking my daughters is born to be hoarders
Style been the hardest an artist we forward they goners it's slaughter you oughtta get caught up
My life like a movie my name like the ending credits it get brought up and brought and brought up
Clever and greedy they say I've been killing the game
Before all the glory I fell
Never could see me but they gotta feel what I'm saying I'm more like a story in Braille
I'm 'bout to ball so hard lay low with my piece out the way and then stay in my savings
Just like a crossing guard get dough in the streets
And go pavement to pavement to pavement
Look how they feeling my drift (x3)
Feeling my...yeah...
Look how they feeling my drift (x3)
Yeah...
[Verse 2]
Thank God for another day I woke right on up
Competition in my sight but trust
No excuses man they light enough
Haters wanna see me bite the dust
Every day they they talking nice and tough
Tell them haters I don't like to bluff
Get like Charlemagne lighten up
They would rather use envy now
Jealous ways no common sense
Like the dreads on Fetty Wap
Tell them haters that is not my twist
Make the slums feel so alive
Tell these rappers they should go abide
Tell 'em I'm the best like Khaled
They my sons all jokes aside
They wanna bomb randomly and kill
I keep it calm sanity is real
Act like we bond family for real
But I'm only tryna answer to what's real
They wanna rhyme stand with me and build
Or wanna find chances just to chill
I'm tryna ball like an Eagle so we ain't linking 'less it's financial in the field
Yeah
Saying they missing the old you
They do not care what you go through
You gotta 'member they only gon' love you as much as you let 'em control you
I'm in they ear like a Bluetooth
I just went platinum on Tube views
Industry bound to get shook
Cause I'm goin' down in the books like Blue's Clues
Yeah
Look at 'em pissed that we made it here
They see us out and then try to put on a smile like Mr. Potato Head
Look how they feeling my drift
[Outro]
Look how they feeling my drift (x4)
(Feeling my, feeling my)
Look how they feeling my drift (x2)
Look how they feeling our drift
Drift was written by Shawn Smith & T-Dubb Beats.
Drift was produced by T-Dubb Beats.
Shawn Smith released Drift on Sat Oct 28 2017.