text: Everyone around me saying I should relax
  Cause Ive been going hard til my eyes roll backwards
  If Im not around you, thats cause Ive been in the lab
  You know Ive been cooking up, call me Curry with the spatula
  Anytime you see me in a picture and Im smiling
  Its cause I know its coming, just a matter of the timing
  Not really the type to talk about what Ive been doing
  Imma move in silence til you see my business booming
  Shout out to the ones, spending money like a habit
  Even if they had a million dollars, still be trapping
  Never be the girl shooting movies on a mattress
  I just hit the booth and make a motherfucking song trap
  Tryna see myself on that 80 inch plasma
  I just put in work and fuck up some parties after
  Dont need to be faded to be super fantastic
  Nobody can handle me, Im gone
  My team too strong, we be putting on
  We work too hard to be taking days off
  So I might not make it, I might not make it
  This time I might not make it, I might not make it
  I might not make it this time I might not make it
  I might not make it, I might not make it
  This time I might not make it, I might not make it