Die Mad

Yesterday
All my troubles seemed so far away
Ooh
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe
I-I-believe

I get it right in one take
You all ain't the same so move
Gave both keys to the valet
Hop back in and (ooh)
Most of you all waiting on Friday
Rest of the week I might
Bend up my girl like my way
Laid down and sideways

See what I did, now watch me do it again
Saw what you did, I couldn't forgive the mistake that you hid
Second to none, second to god, seconds from letting it go
Stuck in a trap, stuck in a rut, stuck with this petty ass flow

I go for everybody when I spit and I'm aiming it straight for the head
Say what you want bout my songs, I'm doin right if they throwing a fit
All you my sons but I'm not ya daddy, I adopt horrible kids
Dogs on a leash, I threw you all some beef and that's how I made them submit

Five grand to the dome, spent it on me and I (fact, fact)
Back to the home, back to the grind inside (fact, fact)
Blonde from the party, which one I cant decide (oh, wow)
Five years pass and I think chose it right (thank god)

My city calls and they ask if I'm gonna come soon
Use this track as the latex, try to separate what it's come to
All of you all are just stand-ins for a bigger artist, wont name name's
Kitchen fires in my house, from all the whipping and whipping of spoons

Whipping that hottest heat, whipping that opportune
Whipping that beef, whipping that opper's crew, whipping that Caesar flu
On that beat
Ringing up CDC, ripping up these receipts, can't be beat
Blondey run these streets, blondey take these seats

As I was saying, five on the dash its gone, bitch gone
Ghost with media pics, I just need clicks, phone off
First eight-hundred off this, rinse and re-peat, 'peat, 'peat
Mopping up rappers names, dirty feet, feet, feet

It's too hot in here I need it fanned out
I just told my baby that my babies won't get handouts
Sick of all these chasers of the fame
Steady riding trends, to get sent emoji flames
Vapors in my lungs and in my nose
Some of you all don't see that I be holding all this smoke

Market crash on the digi-dash
Cold heart in a cold world, call me Kodak
Dividends, add them up
Tell the boy his money packed up in truck
In the truck

H-Handed, now I done handed you all an advantage, you sleeping
Hiatus slander, but wanting banter, you tweaking
And this a throwaway, this the shit I put in hampers
Loop this shit again to get the answers