5:03 in the morning
Everybody in the crib sleep but me
I'm used to that
Yo, I keep quiet 'cause I notice y'all sell noise
I hold my daughter like Logan Paul held Floyd
This grimey industry gon' overcharge, you fell for it
Like damn, they took yo' bag, was you supposed to call a bell boy?
Banks made a classic, I'm just hoping y'all tell Lloyd
Still, I'm steady burning like I'm hopin' y'all tell Roy
Everybody in yo' business
Niggas wildin', bitches trippin' like Chris Rock in Boomerang tryna open y'all mail, boy
Yeah-yeah, are you not entertained?
Do I really drop my top in the rain?
Do I really purchase coach tickets then try to sneak to first class when I'm on the plane?
Am I still the same? Like, why would I change?
Deny comforting, smile when it's pain
Guy in the mirror, still I feel I'm in love with Ivy Rivera
Just bought me a house, had a housewarming
Used to have to turn the oven on to warm up the house, no doubt
Yeah, no doubt
I'm in Houston with Trae, he the truth
Even when he ain't in town, he make sure I stay in the loop
I'm dining in, say my grace on a plate full of food
Crab ass niggas gon' make it feel like a table for two
You too concerned speakin' on who hatin' on you
If nobody hatin' then you ain't do what you said you gon' do
My shit so timeless, I could drop a song recorded ten years ago
And fans gon' think that it's new
Yeah, I made this for you, it's true
And the you stands for YouTube type beats
And I'm the 2021 new-school Spike Lee
And who knew I'd be, on a new move 'cause you too shiesty
That's facts, them true colors
Ice cold out the island like it's cool runners
Even if you blood, bet he countin' up them blue hundreds
Arms folded, G Herbo freestyle in the, "Who Run it"
Who want it? I want it, do something, yeah
They gon' try to call a draw, we need new judges
Told my nigga Rick get off that lean, but he don't use crutches
Yeah, that's how you do brothers when you brothers and you love 'em
Yeah, word
Fightin' with my sister got me hurtin', she crazy, I know
The process like ice cream and soda, I'm stayin' afloat
Grandmother died from too much stress and it gave her a stroke
And if that ever happened to my moms, it might make me explode
Stay on the road, just make sure you payin' your tolls
If not, they'll mail the ticket to you to pay it from home, yeah
And note to all my youngins, don't stay on that phone
And don't stop growin'
Even when you start sayin' you grown, yo
Who are you to avoid to be hated but known?
You ain't alone, they even hit Jesus' face with a stone
They ain't gon' miss me 'til I say that I'm gone
So I'm sayin' I'm gone
I'm gone