Back In Office

Young Sabastian back in office Slipped out of the back in a flyin' saucer "Cristela where we at?" Declinin' offers I hear niggas rapping, can make salsa Tomato, tomato, it's all sauceless This feel like Draino to y'all faucets Superhero, this my negro solstice flow They hear my shit, and then adopt it like a foster home My granny workin' hard, the main person I call upon Gold chain hang from my collarbone I was the same guy in her college dorm And I ain't never had a college dorm Body like a bottle when that skin tone terracotta I'm from Chicago, we invented mobsters Some call me "Saba," others call me "Saba" As long as it's love, it's not a problem I fillet a voyeur like I'm Óscar de la Hoya Fuck is y'all lookin' at? Hot potato, oil, I can fry the game or boil you They like, "Fuck is y'all cookin' crack?" Got niggas askin', "Is it jazz or is it rap?" I'm a bit imaginative, I'm where the ribbon at In the sky, I can write like Jack Kerouac I can say anything, it don't even have to match I can wear anything, it don't even have to match When it comes to rap peers, I don't even have a match Like a smoker lookin' for a light, patting they jacket flaps Raised by the old schools, G-pa in a Cadillac That's- Young Sabastian back in office Slipped out of the back in a flyin' saucer "Cristela where we at?" Declinin' offers I hear niggas rapping and can make- This is for the amateurs, this is where the master rap Some of them not amateurs, but next to me, they sound like that My city like Gotham, but no, I am not Ben Affleck Turn your head into a fraction, yeah, they will take half of that I am not a hunter, but I grew up in that habitat Life a uphill battle, but for me was more a avalanche Stackin' up the bread now, I need everything I haven't had Milli' after milli', they gon' hear me like I'm Bangladesh Cole passed on this beat back in 2009 I was but a young lad waitin' to have my time Knew that one day my story be celebrated I guess I'm still waitin', so fuck it, I'ma take it Love myself enough, I can dodge through the stunts Actin' like a ruler, but can never measure up Knew myself enough, I never questioned what I was Manifested paradise, and I was in the hood Ten years plus now, I been this good Honey on me now, she heard about the buzz Signs should say, "Keep out," the dawg's on the hunt Label try reach out, that's every other month Young Sabastian back in office Slipped out of the back in a flyin' saucer "Cristela where we at?" Declinin' offers I hear niggas rap, tell 'em, "Take caution" Yeah