Imposter Syndrome Songtext
von AJ Tracey

Yo, look

Three times winner, I′m on my fourth chip
These Forgiato rims came with a forklift
I was raced around like alley cats, so I talk slick
I drive slow and take time, I don't walk quick

Deep pockets and even deeper fears
My tax bill is soberin′, I'm tryna see De Beers
Brazilian baddies in blue and green brassieres
And we make pie in my circle I'm tryna keep ′em here

I ain′t hearin' any gossip from the UK
If he gets road he′ll let it bang, that's what the youts say
I′m makin' all the wrong decisions off the D′USSÉ
Old link cut before I cut her off, touché

Put him in a fiasco, get him loopy
It's hands-off, I can't lie and it′s too bait
I always keep an ugly cutter on a cute date
Keep your hair on babygirl, you know I′m too paid


Whole load of ex-links wanna sex me
But can't even text me, they type but the text′s green
Used to wanna drive past 'em in the X3
And now the stunt is that I′m platinum, X3

They wanna talk about my shortcomings
My flaws inherent bro, I preheat the crib when I'm headin′ home
I'm married to the money, smell the pheromones
I don't fuck with Secret Service babe, let′s make the weddin′ known

You pussy rappers spineless, I put 200K on my left wrist
The only word to describe this one here is timeless
Man can tell me 'bout them vestments, I′m the investment
I got hit these triflin' yatties with a quick assessment

I′m in a fit from the future like I'm George Jetson
It′s a capital drop, you see Miyaki
I drive a spaceship push to start, don't need a car key
It's Off-White AC Milan, this isn′t khaki

2 Chainz I′m on gyal with back, I'm not a titty boy
I party ′til the sky blue, I'm a city boy
I like my girls and my champagne chillin′, I need it bubbly
Ain't nothin′ better than rosé dinner and female company


And when I step, it's Maybachs if I feel like it
I said step, but really I'm just floatin′ through city
With the curtains drawn closed and some teal lightin′
She knows the ice is platinum water, she wants steel-pipin'