Feelin like the man right now, I'll f*ck up your whole plan right now
Understand me? Good on a grammy
I blame your mammy for boostin' you like you onto something
I been on the button and my finger Ichi shout the homie Proxi... yeah
Under pressure I been origami... yeah
Devil on my shoulder and I swear I don't listen
I thought I was going crazy told my therapist I'm trippin
And she told me I should breathe more, detour
From the motherf*cking heat source, that's me boy
When alone I think they hate me... maybe
Used to wanna break beat, be a b-boy, but...
Then I got old, got bitter
Long time spitter, lil money getter, ain't shit to the god
Better bet I put that whip to garage
And I'm slick when I park
Finna post like I go here
You can find me posted up behind a locked door
And I ain't never let you in, I got the walls tight
Give a f*ck bout what they deal me baby I fold
And it got me to thinkin that I ain't Alright
Alright... Al-Al-Alright
Alright... Al-Al-Alright
Lil boy with that rah-rah, settle down
You gon find yourself up in a spot where you devil-bound
You know Devin sound been feeding you for minutes
I can make a thou off a beat I didn't finish
I don't give a f*ck, know that I don't live enough
Bourbon in my sippy cup and I ain't left the house in a minute
Get offended, this lieutenant always out the way
I been out here swinging but I'm missing with the fade
Lil De get paid... make it better when I'm making my mistakes
Count my cheddar then I'm finna do the race
Ain't no wonder why you never see my face, hold up
Lil De get paid... make it better when I'm making my mistakes
Count my cheddar then I'm finna do the race
Ain't no wonder why you never see my...nah f*ck it
I been out here making shit that pop for who it poppin with
I ain't south of nathan I been droppin too anonymous
Tryna see a lot of fists that's raised in the future
With the bass hella boosted with my plate up on a lot of shit
I came to get... hella basic shit
Pretty easy to impress get me paid and lit, so listen
I'll be trippin til my back hit the cask(et)
Keep my money on my mind, keep my bag where it's at
You can find me posted up behind a locked door
And I ain't never let you in, I got the walls tight
Give a f*ck bout what they deal me baby I fold
And it got me to thinkin that I ain't Alright
Alright... Al-Al-Alright
Alright... Al-Al-Alright
Devin Thomas - Origami Lyrics
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Feelin like the man right now, I'll f*ck up your whole plan right now
Understand me? Good on a grammy
I blame your mammy for boostin' you like you onto something
I been on the button and my finger Ichi shout the homie Proxi... yeah
Under pressure I been origami... yeah
Devil on my shoulder and I swear I don't listen
I thought I was going crazy told my therapist I'm trippin
And she told me I should breathe more, detour
From the motherf*cking heat source, that's me boy
When alone I think they hate me... maybe
Used to wanna break beat, be a b-boy, but...
Then I got old, got bitter
Long time spitter, lil money getter, ain't shit to the god
Better bet I put that whip to garage
And I'm slick when I park
Finna post like I go here
You can find me posted up behind a locked door
And I ain't never let you in, I got the walls tight
Give a f*ck bout what they deal me baby I fold
And it got me to thinkin that I ain't Alright
Alright... Al-Al-Alright
Alright... Al-Al-Alright
Lil boy with that rah-rah, settle down
You gon find yourself up in a spot where you devil-bound
You know Devin sound been feeding you for minutes
I can make a thou off a beat I didn't finish
I don't give a f*ck, know that I don't live enough
Bourbon in my sippy cup and I ain't left the house in a minute
Get offended, this lieutenant always out the way
I been out here swinging but I'm missing with the fade
Lil De get paid... make it better when I'm making my mistakes
Count my cheddar then I'm finna do the race
Ain't no wonder why you never see my face, hold up
Lil De get paid... make it better when I'm making my mistakes
Count my cheddar then I'm finna do the race
Ain't no wonder why you never see my...nah f*ck it
I been out here making shit that pop for who it poppin with
I ain't south of nathan I been droppin too anonymous
Tryna see a lot of fists that's raised in the future
With the bass hella boosted with my plate up on a lot of shit
I came to get... hella basic shit
Pretty easy to impress get me paid and lit, so listen
I'll be trippin til my back hit the cask(et)
Keep my money on my mind, keep my bag where it's at
You can find me posted up behind a locked door
And I ain't never let you in, I got the walls tight
Give a f*ck bout what they deal me baby I fold
And it got me to thinkin that I ain't Alright
Alright... Al-Al-Alright
Alright... Al-Al-Alright
Understand me? Good on a grammy
I blame your mammy for boostin' you like you onto something
I been on the button and my finger Ichi shout the homie Proxi... yeah
Under pressure I been origami... yeah
Devil on my shoulder and I swear I don't listen
I thought I was going crazy told my therapist I'm trippin
And she told me I should breathe more, detour
From the motherf*cking heat source, that's me boy
When alone I think they hate me... maybe
Used to wanna break beat, be a b-boy, but...
Then I got old, got bitter
Long time spitter, lil money getter, ain't shit to the god
Better bet I put that whip to garage
And I'm slick when I park
Finna post like I go here
You can find me posted up behind a locked door
And I ain't never let you in, I got the walls tight
Give a f*ck bout what they deal me baby I fold
And it got me to thinkin that I ain't Alright
Alright... Al-Al-Alright
Alright... Al-Al-Alright
Lil boy with that rah-rah, settle down
You gon find yourself up in a spot where you devil-bound
You know Devin sound been feeding you for minutes
I can make a thou off a beat I didn't finish
I don't give a f*ck, know that I don't live enough
Bourbon in my sippy cup and I ain't left the house in a minute
Get offended, this lieutenant always out the way
I been out here swinging but I'm missing with the fade
Lil De get paid... make it better when I'm making my mistakes
Count my cheddar then I'm finna do the race
Ain't no wonder why you never see my face, hold up
Lil De get paid... make it better when I'm making my mistakes
Count my cheddar then I'm finna do the race
Ain't no wonder why you never see my...nah f*ck it
I been out here making shit that pop for who it poppin with
I ain't south of nathan I been droppin too anonymous
Tryna see a lot of fists that's raised in the future
With the bass hella boosted with my plate up on a lot of shit
I came to get... hella basic shit
Pretty easy to impress get me paid and lit, so listen
I'll be trippin til my back hit the cask(et)
Keep my money on my mind, keep my bag where it's at
You can find me posted up behind a locked door
And I ain't never let you in, I got the walls tight
Give a f*ck bout what they deal me baby I fold
And it got me to thinkin that I ain't Alright
Alright... Al-Al-Alright
Alright... Al-Al-Alright
Writer: Devin Harrison
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