This ain't even that type of song

You gon' put a movie on in they room for me?

Yeah

That's my daughters in the background enjoying they self, living they life, boy, they supposed to live they life, you know what I'm sayin'?

BE MORE GRATEFUL, the motherfuckin' album, man

I'm way more grateful, man, creating this album done made me way more grateful, you know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, let's do it

I say, mic check, one, two

Knowin' that I'm demonstratin' every time I come through

Knowin' I'll beat a **** up and got a gun too

Make a **** show me somethin'

Probably shoulda let it slide, but sorry, I can't go for nothing, none of that

You give my ass an inch, take thirty yards like I'm a running back

I lift my shirt and lift this dirty rod, it ain't no coming back

I feel like he a threat, I swear to God I'll make his mama cry

They try me, I'ma wave this bitch around like it's the Columbine

Sorry, ain't no pun intended

Probably think I'm jokin' with you

Okay, you a funny ****

Probably had to walk away from **** you had runnin' with you

Like fuck a friend, I rather hold it down and get some money, ****

Rather get the paper, baby

Grab her by her waist and kiss her face like, bae, let's make a baby

They say you gotta let the haters hate, them **** hate DaBaby

And you know Baby love to pop it

And lately I been watchin' what I say 'cause I got daughters watchin'

Like a dog that walked up out the lake, I shake them haters off me

I show 'em this shit in me, it ain't on me, you can't take it off me

I'm him and I can't help it, ****

I kept it real and showed 'em all my flaws, that's why they felt a ****

They make me hot, I burn 'em like a log, I'm tryna melt the ****

Fuck with me, I'll whip him out his drawers, I put that belt to ****

I get in here and paddle like a dog, she Michael Phelps a ****

Strugglin', I'm swimmin' in it

I'm tryna take my time when I'm inside, I'm catchin' feelings in it

On different type of time, a different vibe because I been that ****

A carousel, he ever cross that line and I'ma spin a ****

Ain't standin' on the morals he got now, I can't defend a ****

Forgave you for that sucker shit you did, but didn't forget it, ****

We talkin' 'bout the times you helped him out, then I got plenty, ****

But never hear that shit come out my mouth 'cause I'm the realest ****

I helped him, then I helped him 'cause I love him, that's why I did it, ****

And really could've let these **** suffer, but I'm bigger, ****

My temper still get hotter than a oven, but I'm chillin', ****

It's layers to me, dog, I'm like an onion, gotta peel me, ****

Quit playin', 'cause they all gon' say I'm wrong, gotta come and kill a ****

And still out here declinin' calls from broads that y'all got livin' with you

A masterpiece, the way that I been walkin' on this instrumental

I'm happily displayin' all my flaws while I'm still dealiln' with 'em

It's blasphemy to act like nothin' wrong, 'cause I got plenty issues

And the master wouldn't have let me in the house 'cause I'm a ****, ****, ****

Yeah

I say, mic check, one, two

Knowin' that I'm demonstratin' every time I come through

Knowin' I'll beat a **** up and got a gun too

Make a **** show me somethin'

Probably shoulda let it slide, but sorry, I can't go for nothing, none of that

You give my ass an inch, take thirty yards like I'm a running back

I lift my shirt and lift this dirty rod, it ain't no coming back

I feel like he a threat, I swear to God I'll make his mama cry

They try me, I'ma wave this bitch around like it's the Columbine