Prada Process (feat. 6lack)

Gotta let go, call this off I'll be normal like the way I was 'Cause even though I'm all alone I'd much prefer to live the way I want (Yeah) You think I like having to do this to you niggas? You think I like pullin' up and hurtin' feelings? You think I like crushin' egos on niggas tryna reload Because I know they not shootin' niggas? Look at what I had to do wit' us How you feel, Bandcamp? You could have blew with us Elevator sent weight down to move 'em up You doin' right but we don't care, we call that doin' Russ Take the "N" out of munch 'cause you not eating much I got my bread in the crunch like I'm eatin' Dutch Yeah, the wave started micro, we heatin' up I left my left eye open, niggas creepin' up I got chilly, I was rappin' in bars in Atlanta Pulled up in a Uber, J. Cole, he took the Phantom Goin' Ghost on a buster, my Goyard is mustard The Cartier crow, rich creek, I'm eatin' custard Flew a bitch from Buffalo, my Cartier is buffalo My wing sauce is buffalo, I'm way too hot I work the dough like at Domino's, they spotted him like dominoes And knocked him down like dominoes, his ass got popped On my mama, I been doin' different On my mama, I been tryin' my fuckin' best not to be out here trippin' Come from immigrants, I'm livin' different We was foolin' with them cards, we shoulda been magicians, ha What don't I get about saving money? I know I made money, so why the fuck is it I can't stack up? My little brother like to tote, something like a lil' boat When he hit you with that yachty, bet you niggas act up Like, period, city boys (Yeah) Gotta bust, makin' noise (Yeah) The little shit is all progress (Yeah, yeah) Just gotta trust the Prada process (Yeah) Well, I'm finally here to talk some shit Well, I finally get to say some words The way I speak so direct on these songs It's like I didn't even make a verse I get paid for my play on words In Indonesia walkin' and connecting with the people I done spent a lotta money and we still not equal I flex by givin' back, 'cause that other shit I could do But wouldn't sleep well, real nigga, so true, but Don't excuse me from the vices I take care of business first, and then I'm swiping I'm in the club looking so undelighted You in my section looking so uninvited You sendin' bottles but you talk shit in private I see the future, baby, I'm just being honest For every time I thought I was ready, I had to find out that God was on the sideline, yelling "Time out", yeah Now my Rolex gold with diamonds around the rim Lookin' for some more shit to put some diamonds in Might put 'em all on a Kool-Aid pitcher Just to let 'em know where I came from, nigga I remember when we was burnin' steaks on the stove Now it's medium steaks on a lake in a boat (Yeah, yeah) My bank called, said you're making progress (Yeah, yeah) You just gotta trust the Prada process (Yeah, yeah) Gotta let go (Are we good, James Delguapo?), call this off I'll be normal like the way I was 'Cause even though I'm all alone I'd much prefer to live the way I want