Marc Vinyls - Correct Yourself lyrics

Oh, tell me that you fine baby
Got a lil bit of buzz, now they all play me
Got a lil too drunk, now they all hate me
Now they all hate me look

I'm 'bout to get more in
Touch with my feelings
So I'mma keep to myself, all month healing
Talking more with God, I been praying
I been kneeling
Death to the ego, even though my swag
They stealing
I'm still gon' throw my shots
I'm still gon' talk that talk
But now I gotta walk that walk
And now I gotta cop that drop
On Rodeo Drive or in South Beach
Walk in public and the bitches
Yeah they all peep
Hitting up the club where the
Famous people all meet
Got some real homies, don't pretend
Don't just talk street
I’m giving you this medicinе
So quiet when the doc spеak yeah
But the money on my mind dough
I’m preparing for my landing, so I fly low
NYC dinners with some baddies
That's a sidetone
Before we on the rooftop, baby
It was high dope wait
I’m going off track
No more flexing in this rap
I’m waiting on the train just
To help me get back to humble town
I double down on myself when you come around
But still I want a rolly just to bust it down
Yeah i know you hear it doh
That I made it this far, is a miracle
Only got God to thank 'cause I’m spiritual
Got it all, lil homie, not just lyrical

They just wanna see the young boy pop
They just wanna see the young
Boy really get hot yeah
They just wanna see the young boy pop
They just wanna see the young
Boy really get hot look

I said I’m hot right now
I ain't finna wait a second
We on top right now
My word's my lethal weapon
My gift is my pain and stressing
In which I turn into blessings
I leave you there with some questions
My lyrics need some undressing
To understand the confessions i’m projecting
No longer am I salty 'bout rejection
Cause I know my path, my direction
So stay clear of my lane and my section

And by the way it's Vinyls not Vinils
So all of y’all who been saying it wrong
Correct yo'selves please and thank you
LOOK (Look, look, look)