Couldn't Have Said It Better, Pt. 3

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Right, right, right, right (black metaphor) Yeah You know I keep telling niggas, man, I'm on a I'm on a different level, you know what I mean (man) Fuck a Spotify playlist Come to my hood if you tryna hear the (yeah) Kind of music I'm making From here on out, you feel me Look, somewhere in the east, I'm smoking Exodus cheese While I'm listening to rather you than me (yeah) But not the whole thing There's really one song stuck on repeat (which one?) Same one that comеs on right after "Santorini Greece" (right) Any day of the week, I might bе set to release I got executives on the edge of they seats, yeah Happy birthday to me Decided to treat myself, so I just bought this beat So here's to many more (yeah) Cut it off or pass the aux if it ain't baby boy and black metaphor (for real) They tried to cut him off and pass along But couldn't seem to kill the young bull like an amateur matador Nigga, fuck the metaverse (fuck 'em) I just gotta say the word They at your door in real life We don't do the back-and-forth Have 'em niggas check you like Phil Knight Used to have dreams that I could have it all Now I'm checking off what I have so I can get some more (it's crazy) Now I finally got someone to thank and that's the Lord And to be frank, I'm thankful that my dad and mom fell in love and had sons Now look at where we are We just gotta carry on, right? It's hard to keep score You know they say that only losers check the scoreboard (keep going) Do you know how to teach a person to be self-taught? (keep going) Do you know how to lose an m and make it back, dog? (do you?) All I hear is capping in your rap songs And yet they still tell you niggas, hats off They don't see what's on the other side of that cracked wall You ain't cut from that cloth You more like vicuña 'cause you mad soft (ah) You ain't running shit, you just catwalk (facts) Would you rather be a follower or be a vanguard? Nigga, you just wanna be a rap star (uh-huh) And that's the reason why you only made it that far You should take notes, Daniel son Took my shot, and won I don't praise rap gods, I am one Won't stop, can't stop They don't make 'em like me anymore, nigga, deadstock Working double shift like the caps lock Can't nobody see me like a stash spot Couldn't have said it better, yeah Proudly reminiscing on my past endeavors Like those decisions that I made when it was now or never (yeah) Yeah, I promise we gon' live forever Finally twenty-five like an Adele album Yeah, I'm feeling good as ever (I am) Shit, I'm actually feeling way better (true), yeah They want me to prove what I'm worth I tell 'em, I'll see you niggas on October 21st, yeah (Black metaphor)