Where 2 Next

Ain't no half stepping fuck a semi tone
I got entry codes, he call me bb like we're renting homes
So I cuddle him and I send him home
Don't start picturing me in wedding clothes
Thats not real life
Fuck your cartoons, thats a hentai joke
I took a lot of L's in private, we don't mention those
They had plans for me to lose my screws
I put a wrench in those
We were at Henson, crew expensive in some fendi clothes
Labels taking months to respond and I'm taking mental notes
You let me down
I thought we had a good thing
You changing temperatures on me just like a mood ring
In too deep, like good D
Get my paper, and I proofread
Stay out the tea, loose leaf
Its all gravy, poutine

Not hard to tell that I'm different
Having heart to hearts with some of my competition
Telling me they're not even close to me got me trippin
I'm like even if you know that I'm better don't admit it
But you spitting, I'll admit it, man this business unforgiving
Only on my knees when I'm snatching souls
I was out at Capitol, pulled up in my average clothes
Not even polished, like they hit me with some acetone
And the fans still buying me shots cuz they're glad I'm home, damn
You had your chance but you fumbled a ten
Now I hug you from the side, cuz I'm fucking your friend
We'll make a toast to you, like butter and bread
Then jam it up inside 'fore he tuck me in bed
Fuck what u said, it all moves so fast and we're barely blinking
Me and the Quips were drinking, bumping our idols thinking
And studying their moves, making music across from Lincoln
Now I make dope with my teachers like Jesse Pinkman

On the weekends
Might get conceited
They keep letting me skip the lines, and the fees
And the bills, it always feels like Christmas time
When the dreams get too real, I know I'mma miss the nights
When we free'd at Raf and Smyth's and couldn't afford The Nines
And sometime they'll hang our jerseys up in the rafters
Lets keep the party moving, where we pulling up after
He thinks he did me good, damn I'm such good actor
They should put me in a cast like a fracture
Let's cut the chatter, please
Its starting to feel like overages
While everybody wanna talk about their foreign whips
At the party mooning someones son like a solar eclipse
I know he showed his friends my page like bro I swear she did
I got a standing ovation though
Guess he got a girl he ditched that he came with though
Everyone knows but her he wants a replacement ho
And nobodies being real to her like showing a vacant home
Far as arrangements go, mine made for the top
Everyone say their life is a movie, cuz their jewelry is just a prop
Virgin-ass fans, why y'all so mad at some wap
How long I gotta rap better than y'all and act like I'm not
C'mon