Y'all hate the lack of popularity 'cause shit changed

You a lil' old, too slow for the fast lane

Shittin' on these children you brag 'cause they in the game

And you the one left to hang your head in hate and shame

Clout you had don't exist 'cause you never grew

Don't get complex on what you know could turn to what you knew

And you gon' have to forget it when my second turns to two

And I'm Celeste's descender on every tool you used to use to get the job done

Now you struggle to make a hot one, I fear the crown 'cause I fear what happens

Whenever cops come, they drop Sundercocks or I don't drop six

Innocent victims of triggers 'cause they scared of boxing

They can't even hold the pistol, bein' fully conscious

They tryna sell some toxins to block out when the clock spits

Ah, shit

Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on

Don't call it a comeback

That would've meant that I was losing

But every loss is a lesson, that's why they call it schooling

Talkin' that shit to me, now you cruisin' for a bruisin'

I'll beat your ass, but I don't do nothin' to shoot me

I gotta get the money, the mind can't go to waste now

If I'ma go to waste, then I'm givin' her a taste now

That ass up in the air, she twerkin' with her face down

If I want space, I always want her in my space now

Standing in love so she can fool and I can catch that

She throw the booty like she be wantin' me to smack that

Choke while I be in it, the pussies start to grab that dick

I never let her go so I don't have to backtrack

Out like to dash that, that ass fact, she shaking it