[Verse]
Not knowing where to begin is not a feeling that’s rare
Every weekend it’s like a phase to me
You talk during the week there wasn’t saying face-to-face to me
It’s not like I care
They still gassed
I urge ’em to drive slow
Free smoke with something hot in the air
We are a collective of thinkers
At this point it's just waves
McCoy got me blackin’
Couch Dreams on the way
I feel like I need 20 chains
I can't pardon my ways
I'm not sure if I'm changing or if I'm changing my ways
Need conversations with moms
'Cause last year wasn't easy for me
She bring out my light
She was there when the city saw it
Don't worry baby, we did that, yeah
Rough patches through past years
But came back, 17 of absence
I lost track of what matters, but tell Harlem all cash on
Black seven-teen in the casino with some tings, sippin' drinks
Same colour, miss cherry red Beamer
[?] sitting sideways
Star city amnesia
Nothing but roundabouts to traphouses
We touched down so I might as well rap 'bout it
Soon twenty-four, 20 a floor with the view
Bedroom for the visuals and it's just like we imagined
Mix the magnum with the soda
Sippin' on Jamaican, eating yard food
Scernz rollin’ in, shouts out to court too
Flow of the century like I'm court two
Jheeze
Loud already gone, I thought bought two, Gs
Black on black, Secret Empire cover my top
Back to back, G wagons when we in New York
Benny told me wise up, tshh
Say nothing my dawg
Still off the Henny, you no like that
Sexy n***a, shit I can't pree
Where my eyes at?
Still bad Bs on me daily
What my life like
Watch them if they keep a dodgy gaze
Where your eyes at?
Shady n***as in our section wanna eavesdrop and so game
It's a shame to see the admiration really come from fear
Then they talk about it being my year
I feel you're sad to say it
And you're sad to say it
You will feel it once you’ve seen it clear
If your vibe is off I won’t keep you near
Shit
They got me rappin' like Semih here
To tell the truth he one of the few that really care, yeah
Still one-ten on my ten toes
In the summer, should have did the Timbs 'cause it’s still cold
Arsenal on my trackies, huh
I'm in some runners tho
Heat like Miami, they’re some different gunners
Look
I used to run Man City like Mancini
Runnin' with the mask got me years like my man Biggie
And I'm still in the field like grass really
Where you can get killed for the cash quickly
Look
You're going (to) heel like Achilles
Last receipt threw you like the 5-50-glass ceiling
Feel me
Wild pree, 'ow you mean? 'Ow you mean?
Came up living door-to-door with every member of my team
The gas is so real, it’s a movie every evening
Told Uzi, "pray for me" ’cause these days are really needed
I've been slippin' on my deen
Keep dealin’ to the fiends
I’ve been drinking like a teen lately, yeah
And all I see is money in dreams lately
Look
Bro, you gassed, you ain't yard
You and your dawgs lookin' like some girly queens lately
I'm tryna put plaques on my wall
Went from racks on my drawers to stacks on my card
I can tell you 'bout that swipe life
Macbook in jail, I can tell you 'bout that Skype life
I'm trynna do the track YSL
Listening to Timber while I roll another L
Inhale, Exhale
I see you move dodgy
And I don't want no parts of that
I'm chillin' all nodgic
Gettin' spins like laundromat
Roll me up the super
Pour me up some future
Then I swerve up in the Uber
All you n***as doofus
All you n***as goofy
Long clip that's a movie, huh
All she want is “Do You”, huh
Shout out my producer, huh
Boy I’m on a wave
I give a fuck ‘bout what they say
And I tell it to their face
I’m tryna spend a couple band on fuckery
I’m tryna up my money, put my moms onto this luxury
This some real shit, I can’t pree that
Can’t pretend, it’s for real
Don't tell P that, imma be there when you need that
Not on some ''see you'' when I see you, best believe that
And if you don't believe me, just watch
I dead ops if it's war, Redd Foxx
I got your back like dreadlocks
Shorty say my rappin’ make the thugs come down all the way from up top
To where they shootin’ downtown
Pour another one, I need the [?]
Only thing I’m focused on is working hard and staying blessed
All you n***as busters
Do not to be trusted
I’m the youngest n***a rappin' so you better up the budget
B.O.C. mafia that home court advantage
Benched up at a weight game and still doing damage
Ray Allen with the step back in the water
Five, I’m going for the three if I want to
Steady at the buzzer like they ordered
Shorty tried to escape, but I caught her like my last name
I’m just getting started
But I’m really past fame, n***as ain’t got no game
All they do is argue ‘bout who get my jersey post-game
Jheeze