​exodus

[Intro: My Favorite Color]
Mm-mm, mm-mm
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: My Favorite Color]
I feel better than ever, bet I got it wherever
Human made umbrella for when I'm under the weather
I keep my heart on my sleeve, I keep my eyes on the prize
Ain't the truth, then I was jokin', I ain't tellin' no lies
All that low shit below me, y'all been blowin' my high
Nigga, get it how you live, we just tryna survive
Let me take you to class, she ain't ever hit my sidekick
Got slick, rich snob, treat her like a side bitch
I lost it, thеn I found it, kept me grounded
Nigga, I ain't makе it 'til my lawn got a fountain
I ain't make it 'til Fantano hate my album (Yeah)
And all my fans comment, gon' smack the shit out him (Yeah)
Gucci slides cost four-hundred, I'm on some extra shit
Mama hit my phone to support it like "Start investin' it"
This ain't even my main shit, this the prerequisite
I'm thinkin' of new testaments, readin' the book of Exodus
My phone lit, they been callin' on me like they know me
I'm lonely, nigga, that's 'cause I'm the one and only (Yeah)
You gon' meet your maker, learn the ropes like I'm COVID
Life give you lemons, nigga, mix it with some Bombay (Bombay)
I had to stare in the mirror and just reflect a little (Ayy)
I'm more than a voice talkin' on an instrumental (Ayy)
Just a superhuman, savin' everything I shouldn't (Uh)
Drunk in love, drunken hate, take a shot to it (Shot)

[Interlude: My Favorite Color]
Yeah, ayy, keep that shit runnin'?
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: JamalThaDon]
I feel better than ever, just got back from vacation
You lost a spot on the album, you want the standing ovations?
You thought your mama was proud (She wasn't), that's a new conversation
ThaDon, not the king, off this ****, new coronation
You're not that persuasive, I jot and then I plot observations
I caught all the flagrents, it's clear that you are not in a lane with
The upper echelon (Nah), I'm an artist, you just sketch along
Forget alarms, I stretch and yawn, confess to God, I stretch my palms
Like I'm diggin' up a burial (Like I'm diggin' up a burial)
You only flow because it's clear the **** carries you
You don't swim alone, and if you did, you would sink and drown, now the people sound
Which is funny 'cause your suit is tailor-made for the ground
I feel embarrassment for you (Embarrassed), and I mean that for real
Grown man lack humility, his ego was killed
Sad to see that his majesty was Jack and Jill
Pocket full of posies in the daffodils, burn him to the ashes
Let the matches burn London bridge 'cause he ain't got no skill
And the aftermath was classless, all you had to do was yield
At the roundabout, and after, you was free to go reprise your role ("Action")
Of the summer blockbuster, now you get to watch the show
Like, we were to play, then last second, your father said "No" (That's sad)
But it's amazing, you got what you had comin', ate a meal that you couldn't stomach
Now you're throwin' up, wasn't good enough to start ownin' up
But I won't erupt, man, my soul corrupt because that's how we love