Yeah-yeah

Woah

Purring hundreds like twenties

Live comfy, still rap like it's rumblin' in my tummy (Beep)

You ride like a bunny when the doors go up (Okay)

Get crucified by wifey when the hoard show up (Okay)

Moreso, I'm just assuring that the fellowship eat

Gotta see my brothers ball, it's the Lamelo in me

Know a rapper who buy grams, say he sellin' a key (Yeah, aight)

Rap dead, I can still hit up Conseulo and eat

Hello, it's me, the apple isn't far from the tree

I was three seeing [caliche] buss up a P

Probably thought he was slick, got corrupted I mean (I mean)

All this shit I seen pretending I wasn't asleep

Now I sleep even less, got serpents in the garden

If beef got me stressed, turn the curtains into Charmin

Summertime, I'm tippin' all the servants in the villa

Tried to bump ya album and I heard a bunch of filler (That shit was trash)

Drink with V Don, cook a plate for the block's sake

Jersey to the Bronx, cop a tape if you got taste

We speaking 'bout cheddar, I can probably make the box wait

You keeping it together, I see through you like scotch tape

Woah

Those were some good wings

Not just good wings, those were real good wings

I would have to put those

You know first and foremost it's, you know, um, it's time

It's definitely a lot of time that goes into it as you said for me

Um, I put a lot of time into it

Into my craft, ten thousand hours you're supposed to and then maybe another hundred thousand if you will

And with that comes, you know, time is, like, the most valuable currency