Last bar that I said really hurt him inside, you can see his pride broke on the CT scan

What if I did go name drop, promise she'll spin back fast, deep down a fan

Hard work make me feel like a man, fuck it, I could go run out for mayor

I got some pape on the way that ain't printed yet ain't even touch the conveyor

Sendin' shots, the jabs ain't connect, need to work on your punchline, buddy

Plug just sent a deal on the muddy, and I don't even drink had to call my brother

I'm passing out plates, ya boy ain't a butler, I'm more like the chef Steeze score off the cutter

Serving up belt menu called, don't fuck with us, might as well gone ahead, shut the fuck up

I'm seeing my life through a lens that can show you the future as long as you stay locked

Be surprised what could fit in a lunchbox, I got shit going up that was all stock

What's the price of a life when you don't stop? Is it debt when you give up and roadblock

Are you living to say that you have some? Is it death when you stack up the have-nots

What if it's no reward at the treetop, only you and a whole bunch of reach-outs

I'm invested to making my dreams fall through, you can use this song as the hard proof

Real ****, I'm not dropping salt, dude. Still tryna catch up, I caught you

A thought that I made just turned to a whole hundred thousand, now look what my pen do

Last bar that I said really hurt him inside, you can see his pride broke on the CT scan

What if I did go name drop, promise she'll spin back fast, deep down a fan

Hard work make me feel like a man, fuck it, I could go run out for mayor

I got some pape on the way that ain't printed yet ain't even touch the conveyor

Sendin' shots, the jabs ain't connect, need to work on your punchline, buddy

Plug just sent a deal on the muddy, and I don't even drink, had to call my brother

You might go up with us if you're lucky, but don't ask how, we don't even discuss it

Let's save some retirement money, go hard for my kids like I'm fighting for custody

Dog mentality, something like Kobe

Holding up two fours posted, out in Texas I'm Devin Vassell

But only the fam gon' know when I'm home and shit

Two chains, I ain't yelling out Tony

Three Wayne, like I'm yelling Young Mula, baby

It's easy to say that I'm selfish, but who else gon' bring back all the bacon

Hand-check, but I ain't playing defense

On these songs, I've been getting shit off my chest

And the shit I made back sitting up like cleavage

She claiming she see all the signs, just close your eyes, that's too much thinking

We supposed to be taking a drive, the car still parked, and the hazards blinking

She wanna forget about all of her problems, the minute she take off her clothes

Keep texting me, L, I miss you, and my reply was, I already know it

Me being honest with ****, would cause some depression, I'm just that cold

Treat every move that I make like Kyrie mode old English sold

And don't be the one tryna find out how it's gon' work when it's just too late

For me girl, it's way too late

All of my people still gotta get paid

Remember when we made Bandade

The first time we made real bread off of trustin' the process

You could've been going up too, but you sold no surprise

Now you watching the progress

Can't stop this

Last bar that I said really hurt him inside

Can see his pride broke on the CT scan

What if I did go name drop

Promise she'll spin back fast, deep down a fan

Hard work make me feel like a man

Fuck it, I could go run out for mayor

I got some pape on the way that ain't printed yet

Ain't even touch the conveyor

Sending shots, the jabs, ain't connect

Need to work on your punchline, buddy

Plug just sent a deal on the muddy

I don't even a drink, had to call my brother