Damn (I know, I know)
T, T, T, T, T, T (Nigga, I know, I'm just sayin')
T, T, T, T, T (I should've told him)
Yeah, yeah
T, T, T, T
(EarDrummers)
Yeah, I don't got no problems
Only opportunities for growth (Uh)
Life is a what? Fuck her missionary, squeeze her throat (Throat)
I'm in the cut, cookin' up a hundred ki's of dope (Dope, dope)
On the wave, make the federales seize the boat
T, T, shout to Lionel Messi, he's the G.O.A.T
Only started watchin' weeks ago
Why they never told me soccer was lit?
Thought it was only for crackers and shit
Taught me to dribble the rock and that's it
Compared to what that boy Mbappé be gettin'
These rappin' ass niggas is not even rich
Why they don't put a lil' pitch in the hood?
Why'd I go smash that lil' bitch in the wood?
Why they tryna cancel a nigga like me?
I would think they could see my intentions was good
Been a long time since my mentions was good
I need to catch up on Richard and Morty
Last night, this hater tried walk in my section
Low-key, I miss givin' dick to his shorty
Don't blow it up, this is just a recording
My mind's like a crime scene, and I'm just reporting
Sometime I feel like ain't shit left to say
When I'm ten projects in and now I'm over forty
Maybe I told every story
Maybe they don't wanna hear me no more
Fuck them lil' sympathy Grammys
You niggas try hand me, bitch, don't even give me no 'ward
Put me right back on that list that had Pac and Biggie
Bob Marley, Snoop Dogg and The LOX
And niggas like that who ain't never get props
I'm watchin' this Vlad interview with Yung Joc
He talkin', explainin' his fallout with Block
Someone call my phone, so the video stops
I let it ring out, dog, it don't make no sense
I never pick up, can't these niggas take hints?
Stop hittin' me please, I don't wanna be friends
I barely hang out with the ones that I have
Can't go to the club and chase bitches no more
Once that went away, then what did we have?
I don't want a record company staff
I'm an artist, not a boss, you know
People love to take the credits for wins
Quick to blame you for the losses, though
KG with the Boston trophies, screamin' "Anything is possible"
Paul Pierce if you're talkin' though, I'm all ears like I'm Ross Perot
Please don't misconstrue that shit that I said
Sometimes gettin' older's hard, you know?
Still a rider when it comes to my dogs
Fuck 'em all, we the Paw Patrol, Paw Patrol, ha
Niggas fake ballin' like the Harlem Globe
Trotters, talkin' dollars, stop it bro
I done seen a lot of frauds before
Sam Bankman-Fried, say I'm make believe
Bet I want some bread, ham, egg and cheese
Thought that was his bitch, can't wait to see
He let her off the leash, she ran straight to me
Wham-bam, thank you man, take it ease'
Niggas swear they hard, 'til the stick is in your yard
Like a nigga damn rakin' leaves
Everybody gang, man, take a seat
Complicated daps
I'm a grown man, ain't gon' be no secret handshakes with me
How I look takin' time learnin' that shit?
I promise there's way too much money to get
I promise there's way too much money to get
Only opportunities for growth
Life is a what? Fuck her missionary, squeeze her throat
I'm in the cut, cookin' up a hundred ki's of dope
On the wave, make the federales seize the boat
T, T, T, T, T, T, T, T
(Mike WiLL)
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