Comeback
See I'm the new one
I get this groove on
Stuck in loop while they choose what we been on
These days are mad long, swimming through my problems
Trying to make this invoice here my income
You ain't understanding
I'm trying to rock these flows
While you stoned, broke, and alone
Yet who got the hand in
The last time I handled all of that
You caught me in the whip busting half a lung on some prime gas
So let this man breathe
Y'all been getting too close
Not a note, ain't no read me
I still need weed to sleep
I'm falling off the planet while I rollercoast it here with Lucy
But y'all just full to boast
So I went ghost and never sent no texts back
Got some better things to do then laying on my snapchat
I'm only satisfied if she get fed and high
So when we die I'll pay for us to come on right back
I'm not enticed with all this ice, but I like good racks
Understand the upper hand before you buy that
Everything you see been just a lie except this one fact
This money ain't no freedom, what we need is life back
That daily double, large fries, and a Big Mac
Coke up on the side, you wonder why all your kids left
Out the apartment, I couldn't stand the whole stress
Doubting who my dad is 'fore I even saw my first breast
Last I knew we was chilling in bed
Now I'm stuck on the couch
Screaming out my name and shit
Baby only trying to kick me out
Swear it all pays off but no proof
Been broke for way too long, but no rules
Don't go asking questions when you know it's all true
Everybody staking in, yet I don't move
So I'm placing bets and pray I don't lose
Yet they miss the vision even when it see-through
Mission to my freedom, how you thinking that we equal
Lotta nights getting to the bag, and to my people
The more I try, the less I really try to re-do
Really with the options
Steady stacking what I make and double tap the profit
You'd think I'm on some god shit
I'm paying homage to the town I got my little start in
A starving artist, funny how they come around regardless
So I lay patient on my art, bitch
The only thing that separates us be the value on this market
I'm done wasting time on shit you think you started,
Trying to get out of this apartment
Last I knew we was chilling in bed
Now I'm stuck on the couch
Screaming out my name and shit
Baby only trying to kick me out
Swear it all pays off 'cuz
I've been on top
'Till my legs twist, lock, or get guap
Enough to relocate my ma and set shop
But as I set sail
These fucking haters in my emails
Been always running 'round me like some pussies chasing mouse tails
I get this groove on
Stuck in loop while they choose what we been on
These days are mad long, swimming through my problems
Trying to make this invoice here my income
You ain't understanding
I'm trying to rock these flows
While you stoned, broke, and alone
Yet who got the hand in
The last time I handled all of that
You caught me in the whip busting half a lung on some prime gas
So let this man breathe
Y'all been getting too close
Not a note, ain't no read me
I still need weed to sleep
I'm falling off the planet while I rollercoast it here with Lucy
But y'all just full to boast
So I went ghost and never sent no texts back
Got some better things to do then laying on my snapchat
I'm only satisfied if she get fed and high
So when we die I'll pay for us to come on right back
I'm not enticed with all this ice, but I like good racks
Understand the upper hand before you buy that
Everything you see been just a lie except this one fact
This money ain't no freedom, what we need is life back
That daily double, large fries, and a Big Mac
Coke up on the side, you wonder why all your kids left
Out the apartment, I couldn't stand the whole stress
Doubting who my dad is 'fore I even saw my first breast
Last I knew we was chilling in bed
Now I'm stuck on the couch
Screaming out my name and shit
Baby only trying to kick me out
Swear it all pays off but no proof
Been broke for way too long, but no rules
Don't go asking questions when you know it's all true
Everybody staking in, yet I don't move
So I'm placing bets and pray I don't lose
Yet they miss the vision even when it see-through
Mission to my freedom, how you thinking that we equal
Lotta nights getting to the bag, and to my people
The more I try, the less I really try to re-do
Really with the options
Steady stacking what I make and double tap the profit
You'd think I'm on some god shit
I'm paying homage to the town I got my little start in
A starving artist, funny how they come around regardless
So I lay patient on my art, bitch
The only thing that separates us be the value on this market
I'm done wasting time on shit you think you started,
Trying to get out of this apartment
Last I knew we was chilling in bed
Now I'm stuck on the couch
Screaming out my name and shit
Baby only trying to kick me out
Swear it all pays off 'cuz
I've been on top
'Till my legs twist, lock, or get guap
Enough to relocate my ma and set shop
But as I set sail
These fucking haters in my emails
Been always running 'round me like some pussies chasing mouse tails
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Writer(s): Kris Savage
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