Текст песни
I'm back by popular demand
I stay on point john stockton with the raps
The flow stay heat like a rocket when it blast
Certified in these streets you just popping on the 'Gram
Designer on the face just to cover up the bags
This ain't a race I'm still running up the tabs
Don't get offended I'm just tryna get the cash
And the meter keep running, like I knocked out in a cab
Where the fuck have I arrived?
Who knows, who knows, who knows?
I'm in the waters tryna keep from going under
Never was given instructions
I just made something from nothing now I'm loving thе life
Painting pictures wherе the canvas subsides
I'm not sure what to, do at this point I didn't plan to survive
If you ain't know that's because I got a master disguise
Now I'm set up like Steve Nash passed me a dime
It's like that y'all
That y'all
I don't really give a fuck about it at all
It's like that y'all
That y'all
I don't really give a fuck about it at all
It's like that y'all
That y'all
I don't really give a fuck about it at all
Some of you try to black ball me, forgot about two things
Oh, they must've forgot about me
That would explain the sheer lack of preparation
You said I changed, y'all shoulda changed
You hella stagnant
Y'all pen and page and leave it at its early stages
I wish you better days, but later days to the weekenders
I live my life all through the week, I'm one of them deependers
Swimming in it, sippin' vino from my decanter
I'm fancy now, I like my shit to pour from decanters
That's just what it is I guess
I've got witty banter
No more corny talks with niggas who can feel your aura
Oh, you a empath, make paths for my swift departure
I give you ten taps, ten taps 'til you dearly depart us
Ain't no frills you could shop us
There's really no meal that could hold me
Hungry as Phil, Uncle homie