0200 FDR Drive

Thought we was done or something?
Is you dumb or what?
Been three years since my last shit
I ain't done enough
Ayy, Scott hit me with them passes like you one of us
Back at the crib was moving passive man I fucked it up
Life just told me, "Luck is up"
God just told me, "Buckle up"
I just told me, "Double up"
In myself I always trust
4th down I never punt
4th down I never run
4th down I Plummer clutch
That's 35 to get us up
Yeah

Pronounced me dead, they was backing off it
Kept it moving when they fled, now they back with offers
Talking 'Rari or the Benz, man, that shit exhausting
I want a 'Rari on a Biz', make my niggas bosses
Who the fuck taught you niggas?
I swear y'all learned nothing
Started working yesterday
How you feel you earned something?
I just flipped my yesterday's to lesson know my turn coming
I just gave a yes to days of stressin'
Now that Byrd bumpin
Aw, man

We heard it, dozens stand for nothing, then you fall for anything
Rather losses with my dogs, but y'all just fall for any rings
Do the talking with the bosses, quick to off him if he sing
Moving cautious with the offers, I could fuck up everything

Still
Still rhyming I'm still honest
Every bar that I spit still cut like STIHL diamond wheels
Still
Still got it I'm still your favorite
Even if you still 'iffy, still popping up on your playlist
Still

But really, where have I been though?
Every week an album drops, you wonder where the fuck's BeenDope
See me moving on the block, they wonder where is the Benzo'
Not knowing I got off tour like, "Where the fuck did my ends go?"
So I made a way
Let the music fade away
Dollars coming several ways
Now I'm rocking seven J's
Then I said the tape coming, in my mind I had it done
Oli had the state buzzin', give me time I gotta run
Bitch I hit a mil' on lowkey
Proceeds the OG
Ask T, they know me
Ask G, they owe me
Please
Please believe me
Locked doors don't cease me
Top floors be sleepy
Stock cores appease me
A lot of people made they bed with me, don't even know it
If I don't fuck with you, I don't fuck with you, no need to show it
Sometimes we kick it, then I cut her loose, its for the moment
You tryna save her, but she fucking too, don't be heroic

This love shit got me jaded
And most of these women playing
Not knowing I'm good at gaming
And I hit it and then I'm gone
Won't tell them my situation
That type of shit leave you naked
And when that love shit is fading
Now look at you, bro, you gone

Let's be honest, want the type of love that come with bonnets
But women finest, that's the kind of shit that come with flying private
But every Sunday been my biggest sense of peace lately
Prolly the reason I been thinking that it's Dee, maybe
Fuck it, I'm awful, I'm bugging
Fuck it, I'm off of the subject
Plot then I get what I wanted
Riches, I know that they coming
Rich in mind, rich in power, rich in me first
Teachings that I frequent, on the low like its three hertz

Just beginning as we drawing to the closing
I've been quietly approaching
Give a fuck 'bout if they notice
Ain't convincing folks I'm golden
Give a fuck if they oppose 'em
L.A.B.B been in motion
Either coming or you going, you choose