[ Featuring Bryson Tiller ]
Uh
Yes, sir
I'm f*ckin' with this
Yup, huh
I found a pocket
Leave it to the lost boys to say I lost it
I hear it all the time, it's just a little too often
I think they all blind, they don't see me at the top with
The bosses, they rather put me with the small fishes
I spun a block and came back to some carcasses
Incarcerated, see this presi'? Beg your pardon, nigga
Lost 'cause I ain't found my way back to the charts, nigga
I'd rather be with Mona Lisa, this is art
If you pickin' this shit apart, I'm certain you wouldn't know where to start
This came with no instructions, so I'm makin' a introduction
'Cause they just know the youngin', but I been here adultin'
Got two kiddos and they love it when I'm present
So f*ck you and your assessments
F*ck what you impressed with
Still adaptin', so I put Kirby on the necklace
Learned from all my enemies, laughin' at my mini-me's
I wish you could see the texts that these niggas sent to me
Hov tellin' me I'm nice, f*ck, are you kiddin' me?
What's his face still tryna put a f*ckin' end to me
This is '24, nigga, not 2016
But he'll never say my name or it's guillotine
If he ever say my name, bitch, it's guillotine
You already did the thing, tell me, why's this still a thing?
I had dreams of helping niggas winnin' and that shit's still a dream
And my engineer the only nigga who could limit me
Big shot, I cannot flip flop with this energy
Split his wig top, we gon' use it for a centerpiece
Big game, Hunna put him under, now we diggin' deep
Well, f*ck, let's talk about the industry
Shit is drainin' and shawty came to replenish me
Big flames, thank my nigga Sango for sendin' beats
"But when he finna sing though?" Baby, you finna see
Yeah
