(Yeah, hah)

(I be on my Russ shit with this one, mmm)

(Aight... yeah)

Okay I'm California living, man I'm sippin' by the ocean

Really 'bout to blow I know these millis be approaching

Steady taking names of all the people showing love to me

So when I own the game I keep only y’all in my company

Started with this music thing at prolly 13

Was cookin' trap beats on a Mac screen

These athletes would call me JB but it really wasn't concerning me

Seeing as grammy nominee's where I deserve to be

I'm spitting rhymes with some melody like it's R&B

I wrote the words and sang the verse, I made the fucking beat

I'm just waiting for y'all to call it quits on nap time

'Cause I've been playin to ball and this ain't even half time, look

I'm playing shows across the country, you ain't noticed

Industry weapon with the hammer back I’m loaded and I’m

Focused on the music using talent to get noticed

Though I did this with these hands, to these fans is who I owe this, god damn

(Yeah)

(Said let it breathe)

(Oh no, yeah)

(I told ya'll it was album time. Just took my time to get it right. Perfect it. But we back. Let's go)