"Desert Eagle" lyrics

My spirit animal's a desert eagle
Riding through the storm, bumping Doors, not the Beatles
I been known that I'm the chosen one since the fetal
Fuck breaking records bitch I'm about to break the needle
Bad bitches chomping on my wood like a weasel
Independent in an industry that's full of evil
You do it for the clout, bitch I do it for the people

(We are not the same)
We are not the same, bitch
Jamir to my name, bitch
My lineage is full of kings, it's in my genes
This wisdom's ancient
That's why I simply don't resonate with lame shit

Your bitch love my outfit
I drip like a faucet
Might hit up the plug
Get lit like an outlet
21 grams wake up from a blue dream
I was laying low had to switch up my routine

Now I got hoes from Austin to Boston
Like a bad contract, I got too many options
You might have her locked down, but I'm a locksmith
But keep that lowkey like an octave
She been played too many times like a pop hit (doesn't make sense)
That's the only reason why she acting toxic
Sometimes love (to go on this way) can be exhausting
Careful who you give your heart to, proceed with caution (it doesn't make sense)

Your bitch love my outfit
I drip like a faucet
Might hit up the plug
Get lit like an outlet
21 grams wake up from a blue dream