MAPPED OUT, Pt. 2 Songtext
von King DCN

I′ll point and say that I want that
One finger out like Uncle Sam
Ain't gonna make her my world or my heart, my name ain′t fucking WHAM
En route right now, dropping pins down
If she loyal then we dancing to slow jams
No label, I'm tryna go uptown

One day it'll be trips in the chauffeur
I′ma make all these guys feel jealousy
Outside stepping with J′s on dead leaf
Orange shit but this ain't October
Riding these tracks like a fucking roster
Munching on Doritos, no monster
On the keyboard like David Foster
She gave up on me, I don′t care if I lost her


Writing these tracks from left to right
I ain't even talking about ambidextrous
In the booth right now, I′m going straight uptown
Shit, still rocking summer sounds, I'ma do family proud
I know some guys tryna hate ah shit, that′s a fucking tough crowd
Making all these guys frown
I know some guys wanna hate on the kid
I'm in the booth right now
Look at the sky, it's like fucking blue and orange clouds
You already know how it is
Jewellery on my neck, glistening
I know some guys ain′t fucking listening to my tracks
So you better stop it
Stop tryna diss me man
You know I′m the one that's going to fucking win
I′ma make sure my shit grows so quick, do freestyles like I'm Tskinz
Every week I get new fresh trim

One day it′ll be trips in the chauffeur
I'ma make all these guys feel jealousy
Outside stepping with J′s on dead leaf
Orange shit but this ain't October
Riding these tracks like a fucking roster
Munching on Doritos, no monster
On the keyboard like David Foster
She gave up on me, I don't care if I lost her