Nate James - MAYDAY Lyrics

I never miss like I'm tracking a payday
Get the track spinning like ripping a beyblade
I'm getting hating and love on the same day
Dealing with both yeah that's outta my pay grade
I rock the stage like I'm hitting my heyday
Made the song slap gotchu rockin your brain brain
Sleeping on me guess you swerve in the slow lane
Drop you so quick you be calling out mayday
You be calling mayday
Serve up the beat and y'all don't even say grace
Comparing us we are not in the same space
Comparing us we are not at the same pace
Yall be out jogging ain't running the same race
Yall trippin so hard you be calling out mayday

I been pressing prayer to Holy Father
I been blessed I'm like a flask of holy water
To compare is jest homie I'm wholly hotter
Got this off my chest and now I'm rolling farther
I compress the best of my genius and talent
On the precipice of this malignant planet
I can't help but flexing but I want to challenge
Through the vibe and meaning try to find the balance
Gotta wear a mask I'm ill with the pen and paper
Where my ego at? Check the incinerator
You keeping up with stats? I ain't a investigator
I'm always up at bat impeccable innovator
You think you're at the top? I'm the obliterator
You think your bars hot? Check the refrigerator
Be something you're not? Embarrassing imitator
Tryna shoot your shot? Instead get eliminated
Yall been in the dark so you throwing shade
How can you compete when I run the game
I been talking big like im younger Ye
Yall been hating pointless Charlemagne
Like the weather man when I make it rain
I been grinding hard like I want a raise
In the studio I set it ablaze
Then I put it out when I'm making waves
When I'm going in they all run away
Even though online all they do is hate
What a save?
What a fake oo
What a save? What a fake oo
They be capping every day every way oo
Ain't no giving any effort when getting paid oo
Ay Ay
Blowing up the scene like I'm Michael Bay oo
Carrying the game I should wear a cape oo
Think it's bout time that I saved the day oo

I never miss like I'm tracking a payday
Get the track spinning like ripping a beyblade
I'm getting hating and love on the same day
Dealing with both yeah that's outta my pay grade
I rock the stage like I'm hitting my heyday
Made the song slap gotchu rockin your brain brain
Sleeping on me guess you swerve in the slow lane
Drop you so quick you be calling out mayday
You be calling mayday
Serve up the beat and y'all don't even say grace
Comparing us we are not in the same space
Comparing us we are not at the same pace
Yall be out jogging ain't running the same race
Yall trippin so hard you be calling out mayday