It’s Been a Minute

Yo

D.C.

Okay

It's been a minute and y'all still ain't on my level

I had to let the smoke clear and dust settle

I'm still sipping on that yak from a rusty kettle

Still running with them kings holding heavy metal

Pop said, "Have faith, see what God gets you." But

For now it's back to homies on this instrumental

I'm with my ace, could never be coincidental

My blood brother had to save me from going mental

I had to throw fire, niggas had to throw shade

I built it up from the ground from the mess I've made

Own my shit from all of the parts I played

Came back, got lit with my dogs and stayed

It's written in blood to the point it fogs the page

It's all worth it in the end if all is paid

Back from the dead, I crawled out of my grave

Jumped out of my lane just to bother you lames

It's been a minute

A lot of rappers came and went

We still here, making dollars make more sense

And truth be told we came with the same intent

Your fool's gold lame gang and we ain't convinced

It's been a minute

A lot of rappers came and went

We still here, making dollars make more sense

And truth be told we came with the same intent

Your fool's gold lame gang and we ain't convinced

Yeah

I came to split the atoms up

Been away a long ass time but we had enough

Yeah

We back on the surface on purpose

Money 'bout to start piling up like the churches

Bizarre with the verses, the bars are putting squads in them hearses

What y'all got in them purses 'cause it's causing disturbance

I'm awkward when I talk 'cause I'm awful conversing

These days I don't really wanna talk with a person

Shit

I'm the god and the serpent

Since five perfect exergies we started emerging

Curving rappers serving all that garbage I've determined

Burning all them crosses, now you clout chasing vermin

Erick Sermons in a parish making dollars