Man, I ain't gonna lie to you, I'm sitting here mad as fuck

All of these songs you be sending me, they cool, but it's like

You not releasing them

(BLACK LEATHER)

I'm gonna smack the fuck out of you

Like, deadass

Drop some shit

I don't wanna keep coming to the messages

just to hear, like, this one part I had in my head

Like, bro, you're gonna to get the fuck smacked out of you

I'm being deadass too, I'm not fucking playing with you right now

Drop this shit

Huh!

You better get back

I used to skip class, that's why everything I make go dumb

Ace go hard in the paint

I'm bouta to hang on the rim while I dunk

I only do what I want

I can never do a fuck

Everything you make is junk

Bitch, this black boy takin' back punk

(This black boy takin' back punk)

This black boy takin' back punk

(This black boy takin' back punk)

This black boy takin' back punk

Black boy takin' back punk

Bitch, this black boy takin' back punk

Huh!

Huh!

Huh!

Huh!

All that ignorant chit-chat, I get a big bat

I'm steppin' up to the plate

Swinging so hard, when I hit 'em it sound like a kick drum

Bitch, I'm serving the base

Fire shooting at the edge of big stage

Stunt on these **** like Cirque Du Soleil

Always mumbling… under your breath but you wouldn't ever say that shit to my face, huh

Anyways,

I stay sinning

I don't need advice from none of y'all

And I'm not kidding

I sound like a knock-off Fade 'Em All

Yes, I'm admitting

Fought my demons and it was a draw

No one's winning

Let my choppa sing a fucking song

You're block, I'm spinning

Had to wear another… ****'s clothes

Somehow, that's fitting

Throw temper tantrums with the sauce

I'm double dripping

Two hands when I'm playin' with her buns

That's double dribble

Man, I swear these **** is my sons

Image spitting

You **** will never make a hit

I go 9 innings

(HOME RUN!)

(AHH! AHH! AAHHHHHH!)

Show after show, gettin booked

We not on the same page

Got so many fits, I feel like Wisdom…

Kaye

Been a marathon ahead of my age

Boy, you was fake from the jump

I'm movin' forward with grace

'Cause why would I hop in my feelings and hate

When I could just hop on a stage

AHHHHHH!

Ugh, ugh,

Get a job or go to school to please my momma

Quit my job and now I'm doin' what I wanna

Small circle, I ain't fuckin' with the drama

I don't know how, but I could see it workin' out

Get a job or go to school to please my momma

Quit my job and now I'm stressin' 'bout a dollar

Everybody tryna grab me by the collar

I don't know how, but I could see it workin' out

Hammer time

Stop, you can't touch this

In my bag tonight

Real life

Rick Sanchez in this bitch

Motherfuckers gettin' mortified

Off the bean

I'm out this galaxy

Higher than a satellite

Shining bright

Bitch, I'm a star

You little boys camera shy

It's sad to see

Attention is what you seek

And no one bats and eye

23

The number that be on my jersey

Comparin my stats to Mike

That's legacy

No one bestin' me

I don't even need to keep score

Honestly

For the spotlight, I'm a whore

And I ain't even tryna hide it

Ugh, ugh,

Get a job or go to school to please my momma

Quit my job and now I'm doin' what I wanna

Small circle, I ain't fuckin' with the drama

I don't know how, but I could see it workin' out

Get a job or go to school to please my momma

Quit my job and now I'm stressin' 'bout a dollar

Everybody tryna grab me by the collar

I don't know how, but I could see it workin' out