Lyrics
Ayo, check it
Two of the best in the coast of the West (know it)
Talk down on my neph, you better hold your breath (watch your mouth)
Fancy footwork, I know the steps
Flexin' calf muscles, show the strength, mullet to my shoulder-length
Stadium lights, cameras, and action, gave a sneak peek
And faded into black, and it was time for the main attraction (fuckin' slippin' into darkness)
Might need a mink made of chinchilla
Even laid up in a villa, still beat my chest and stay gorilla
On God, Heaven, and every holy scripture (all of 'em)
These are snapshots, I'm givin' you a focused picture (look)
I fixed the verse up, I'm a known fixture
Pain and grief, that's a cold mixture
I been through all the motions
The people who hurt you the most be the ones you close with
I had put my album out, niggas ain't even post it
Guess they thought I ain't notice, yeah, that shit had me rollin'
People you don't know show you more love than ones you do
I think I'm the only one tellin' it when it come to the truth
I make beats, still fuck 'em over, it come to the booth
Love to Rodney B, four years old, I was learnin' from Troop
Robertson Park, "Whatever It Takes" video shoot
Showed me I was destined for this moment, we headin' into
Uh, my fingers frozen, it's inside a cube
I'm ridin' a wave, I'm currently inside a tube (inside it, yeah)
Find a trapdoor in a tractor, go inside the loop
The plays fallin' in my lap, don't even gotta scoop (uh)
Varsity jackets with the letterman patches
I bake muffins and I set 'em in batches (nice)
Everythin' geometric, I'm a Fendi sign (chart)
You a robot, you work on an assembly line (come on, man)
20 specialists to screw in a lightbulb (how many?)
Might as well be at the circus usin' a tightrope
I will project, there's no need to move the mic close
Breakin' somethin' down while I'm leanin' up on a light post (yeah)
This make me wanna polish up a dirty rifle
Go psycho, Alfred Hitchcock
Big Hit got big blocks, this ain't for TikTok, this real life