8WAY? (Settle)

(Yeah, aye, like, where the fuck were you?)
(Aye, I was down, needed you, aye, yeah)
(I was down, needed you, bitch)
(Aye, yeah, like, where the fuck were you?)
(Yeah, aye, yeah, like, where the fuck were you?)

I've been doing this since the 8th grade, so, where the fuck were you?
Now, you love me cause I'm up, and 'bout to get an agent too
Guess it's easy to forget all the shit that you put me through
But I remember every single year, I fucking hated you
Used to be in writing class with loose-leaf, now my papers blue
Used to just ignore me, now, they see me from a different view
Now, I'm really out here steady flexing, like I'm terry crews
Yeah, you think you real, but, you not even close to one of only few

Yeah, I used to think that you would be here, waiting till it settles
But you dipped, and now, my rapping shit is on another level
So, you came back wanting credit, yeah, that's not coincidental
Yeah, the weight you used to put on me, that shit, it felt like metal
If you think you getting shit from me, you need to back-pedal
I spent hours on this shit, just looking for an instrumental
Can't believe I used to be convinced that you were something special
Style be shifting like this song, it's gon' be more sentimental (More sentimental, yeah)
(Aye)
I know, this shit's just fake love, but, I didn't think it'd come from you
You put on a façade, I was blinded, now I'm seeing through
Deny it all you want, but, you know you can't ignore the truth
Now, I'm looking back on all those years like, "where the fuck were you?"

I've been doing this since the 8th grade, so, where the fuck were you?
Now, you love me cause I'm up, and 'bout to get an agent too
Guess it's easy to forget all the shit that you put me through
But I remember every single year, I fucking hated you
Used to be in writing class with loose-leaf, now my papers blue
Used to just ignore me, now, they see me from a different view
Now, I'm really out here steady flexing, like I'm terry crews
Yeah, you think you real, but, you not even close to one of only few
I've been doing this since the 8th grade, so, where the fuck were you?
Now, you love me cause I'm up, and 'bout to get an agent too
Guess it's easy to forget all the shit that you put me through
But I remember every single year, I fucking hated you
Used to be in writing class with loose-leaf, now my papers blue
Used to just ignore me, now, they see me from a different view
Now, I'm really out here steady flexing, like I'm terry crews
Yeah, you think you real, but, you not even close to one of only few