I be inside, gathering my weapons
Then I beat wights, like I’m Danny Phantom
Ain’t no denial, when I’m given lemons
Woah
Don’t need answers
Fuck with me now and you getting questions
Narrow insights, added to the records
Nothing in sight I’m just sinking faster
Woah


I got plenty, rebel hands
Mind is pretty lost, in a dance
Fuck the petty thots, I got plans
But it’s pretty much out my hands
Yeah that faith
I got plenty
Bitch I got plenty


In me to just go out gather diamonds for the family
Every problem solved, its all like puzzles for sum kiddies
'Round and 'round I’ll go on til the party is a memory gone
Roaring through my twenties it’s a trip
I’ve had plenty
Conquered fears
Cut off friends
Broken hopes million problems
I got plenty
I don’t think about em
I just go on till it’s finished
Till I’m finished
I got plenty
I got plenty in me
I got plenty in me
So ain’t no need to dwell bruh
March right through the shell shocks
If it’s another deadlock
That’s them vs a bedrock
Fucking wit me
You don’t need blessings
To fix these messes
Just quit the stressing
And come with me
Fucking with me
You won’t see answers
It’s gone be questions
About the essence
And ain’t no end
No ain’t no end
Cause I got plenty
Nigga I got plenty
I got plenty
Hella bands, in the cranium
How I got here, it’s on video
But as my baby says
They still don't know I’m silly
Still don't know I'm silly
Still don't know I'm silly


They be inline, following conceptions
I be inside, gathering my weapons
Then I beat wights, like I’m Danny Phantom
Ain’t no denial, when I’m given lemons
Woah
Don’t need answers
Fuck with me now and you getting questions
Narrow insights, added to the records
Nothing in sight I’m just sinking faster
Woah