Yeah, I like workin' like possessive in a way

Tell me that it's yours, even though we both know that it ain't

I got numbers in the city, I'm a no one, it's okay

Cause when the rap shit happens it's all fashion, watch it change

Used to smoke out the window, now I'm smokin' out the flings

Look like Brady from the times I been engaged, lotta rings

Lotta dreams finally vivid

Flows and the hoes all be lookin' like a ribbon

Bitch, I did it, yeah

I'm Willy Smith with the slaps cause I'm back

Yeah, I'm Willy Smith with the slaps cause I'm back

Out, out, out my chest, look me in the eyes, they obsessed

How they treat me like I'm next, feelin' swift

Everything I'm gettin', see, I manifest

I don't need a shitty festival to pop off, this is stress

Used to smoke, yeah, I was too depressed

Now I hit the studio to vent

She said my ivy league legit, she don't even leave the house but she find a way to trip

Black Vans and ZARA on the fit

Tryna take my homies from the quota to a fuckin' whip

I just slapped the instrumental, Willy Smith

I just slapped the instrumental, Willy Smith