Letras
It's like I level up every time
Look
On the phone with my granny, I ain't been home in a minute
Too busy uppin' my status, of course that come with some bitches
See I'm aware it's distracting, my actions come with intentions
Like, shawty be my muse, give me something I can rap 'bout
But don't get this confused, I only love to blow your back out
I'm back now, hearing that y'all tired of that player shit
I can talk 'bout money, but I really suck at saving it
These niggas y'all be gassin' up, I think that they okay with it
How your ego boosting from imaginary hater shit?
If they ever hated on me, it's never directed, so I can't respect it
I'm on a whole 'nother plane, I ain't get the message
I'm from the Boot, so you see how I'm stepping
I made the choice to walk the path, even though it's destined
My God, jammin' Boosie on a stolen iPod
Smackin' on a two-piece and a biscuit straight from Popeye's
Couldn't afford the Polo, had to settle for Izod
Now the Bape jacket smell like ZaZa
Sony well connected like your Wi-Fi
Applied knowledge makes a wise guy
To get the picture, use a tripod
All that other shit be cool, but they love when I'm rappin'
Get to snappin' more quotables for y'all Insta captions
I let a spectator spectate, they watch it happen
I'm in the game like I'm John Madden, GOAT status
Yeah, yeah
Granny on my line, she like, "Boy, when you comin' home?"
Comin' home, yeah, yeah
I been on the road, I'm just tryna make my money long
Money long
People dying in these streets now
And we still dodging them police, so
I'm thinking I should run along
To escape from what's going on
I just told my granny the plan and she believe this shit
Boy, I'm ready, but I'm pacin', so I do not go out like I'm Lance
I'm talkin' Stephenson
It's still perspective though, that
Nigga made it to the league and shit
I know a lot of niggas didn't hit college like they de-committed