Almanacs

I love "Do Not Disturb", that's the best shit they ever invented
The way y'all be actin' out here
Oh my god
Oh my god
Woah
Yup

You talkin' content and algorithms (yeah)
Meanwhile, the contents a whistle been-, nah, forget it
They download this beat, devout as Christians (wow)
You sound broke in town, hopeless, Al Copeland, how I count a chicken
Rappers consider me a peer, I'm like, how? Forget it
It ain't even close as it may appear, let's look at how we livin', let's look
I'm Benz whippin' right now, pass you in that lousy Civic (ay-ya-ya)
Sound convinces George Murasaki in a crowd with midgets (whoa)

Now admit it, I've been nicer since the price was low (I was)
Heavy chain, married to the game since the rice was thrown (I was)
I might go 30 for 30, rockin' a blindfold (whoa)
Made enough to quit cold turkey, I'm still that guy, though (still that guy)
You see me on my own world tour, I'm not a tag-along (nah, nah, nah, nah)
More proceeds to procure, long as there's cash involved
Dudes who came in at the same time didn't last as long (no, where you at?)
Fuck it, I could give them employment, I got a package for them

You need help, nah in fact, you need more than that
Really got that shit in my wallet, it's like an almanac (hello)
I remember when the plug wouldn't call me back (hello)
Now my phone on silent, nah, I'm fallin' back (hello)
You need help, nah in fact, you need more than that
Really got that shit in my wallet, it's like an almanac (hello)
I remember when the plug wouldn't call me back (hello)
Now my phone on silent, nah, I'm fallin' back

Now the shit poppin', I don't answer at all
To be fair, even back when it wasn't up we were answerin' calls
Trawler man back with a fork, angry man bangin' the door
The young Sonny Dior (aha), head to toe in Christian Dior
Drippin' in sauce at the stove about to whip up some more
Hit it raw, the British Raj, runnin' up her bill at the Taj
This bizarre world is ours, from the bar to the bazaar
Bourgeois, that was close, but no cigar (cool)

Big bowl of Saag while I'm smokin' on the Czar
Had to tell them, don't ring my phone unless it's urgent (c'mon)
And definitely don't text me unless we met in person
I'm a deity, all these rappers sound the same to me
Just a bunch of junkies with ADD
I just spilled spaghetti sauce on my APC (oopsie daisies)
That's a bitch you need to die, AZ

You need help, nah in fact, you need more than that
Really got the shit in my wallet, it's like an almanac (hello)
I remember when the plug wouldn't call me back (hello)
Now my phone all silent, now I'm fallin' back (hello)
You need help, nah in fact, you need more than that
Really got the shit in my wallet, it's like an almanac (hello)
I remember when the plug wouldn't call me back (hello)
Now my phone all silent, now I'm fallin' back (hello)