Voicemail

I know it's been a minute
Grab this soundbite to chew on
Dough and butter tucking in the oven bagging croutons
For a toast with the bread that we make and break
With the brethren never sever legends pen and pad no brakes
I'm on GO, teach my Suns with the pros
Joaquin Phoenix mindset, Devin Booker free throws
Pop a seal and splash my shot, I be golden like Klay
Got them hands like Cassius when I'm hittin' round three

Remember trapping off the lawn, cutting grass to make a flip with the potnas
You either mind your business or you lose ya fucking mind when they shot ya
Dragging through the mud, wash it clean so you good for da dollars
'Tryna make a sale, pray you ain't up in a cell if they spot ya

We got trees to blow
And I'm speeding slow
Is you down to ride?
'Cause I need to know
When I be alone
You don't see ya phone
You don't call me back
When I need you though

Grips and money clips so all my paper never jam
I spit fax and if you copy?
Got a blueprint for ya mans
I'ma rant no Ja, Grizzlies ain't Chi like them Cubs
Smack the bass out ya face if I catch you throwing subs
But I don't pay no mind, 'cause they never making cents
Had to put up boundaries and now they knocking at the fence
Pardon me, the straight up hyperbole spittin'
Hyperbolic timing hittin', ultra instinct with the vision

Don't ask how I'm doing, I know you don't mean it
The past where I struggled, I know you ain't seen it
You tell me I changed, but I grew as a person
I felt from the pain, and I knew it was working
I thought we was plugged in, the bond was direct
Like an ethernet cable, but we don't connect
Through the climb and the fall
Through the boos and applause
Guess I miss you as much
As you missing my calls

We got trees to blow
And I'm speeding slow
Is you down to ride?
'Cause I need to know
When I be alone
You don't see ya phone
You don't call me back
When I need you though