[Intro]
One, two, one, two (Yah)
[Verse 1]
Why you gassin', dawg?
Why you comin' to my table without askin', dawg?
I know you hate me with a passion, I ain't mad at y'all
I know you fuck with every classic in my catalog
And it go worth your magazine team think it's LootLove
Cashtime with the Sheen Team, push dust
I don't need a green screen when I pull stunts
'Cause when you the real thing, nigga's get touched
And it's Super unlocked, unlocked
I don't give a fuck about your number one spot
Corporate's sleeping on me, need to set alarm clocks
Word to all my Naija homies getting telecom guap
In the billboards
That's the shit that I kill for
Big dreams since I was a lil' boy
I'm stressed
Middle finger to the press
Tried to give a fuck but I ain't got a fuck left
I'm blessed
Let me ball like the Ballon d'Or
Forbes, if you ever fall it's a cannonball
Miss me with the bullshit like El Matador
I just hope you're that involved when the camera off
Bang, bang, bang, and it's all about the moola
Big shout out to Sbuda, smoking Buddha in Abuja
Tunnel vision got me thinking future like computers
20 bitches swimming in the pool like barracuda, huh
Maybe I should spit something we can build with
I think we all need change, who got the till slip?
It's way beyond Drake and Meek Mill shit
Fuck a fiance, I got a lil' kid
Even Riky called me the other day
Stuck in the middle, it's sad that we can't collaborate
Tried to be civil until I saw your Twitter page
But I was out in Europe doing bigger things, huh
See, when it rains, it pours
Understand with me, when it's war, it's war
Thinkin' back, you wasn't even national yet
Matter fact, I used to be a fan of your shit
Young King, I should've took you under my wing
Instead I let you under my skin
I know coming up is a wonderful thing
But even I get uncomfortable when they call me the King
I know you play like you humble but we just one and the same
You tryna stay out of trouble and I'm just stuck in my lane
I hope the pressure don't make me buckle, so much on my plate
Appetite for destruction, this shit is like a buffet, hey, hey, hey
[Chorus]
Hold it now, hold it now, hold it now
This ain't your moment, we own it now
You feelin' some type of way
They gon' ask me what this song about
Composure, composure
Composure, composure
Hmm, know yourself
I'm from the future, let's take it back to the music 'cause I can't control myself
[Verse 2]
My nigga's on the road fucking crazy bitches
I be on my phone looking through my baby pictures
That's what the fuck you call a juxtaposition
Had enough of these clubs but they don't wanna miss it
All the baes blow me kisses
Drinkin' champagne just to piss it
Nigga's been saying all my shit authentic
Every Trinidad James get your fifteen minutes
Heard your new release, put that shit on fast-forward
Captain of my team, this a contact sport
This is combat, need a ball sack for it
This a marathon track, all the boys on 'roids
Time to hit the road, pull your money up
Went gold but you niggas did it funny style
K.O didn't even try to floss with it
Saying, "Oh," when you with it like a boss nigga
All this talk about God, I'ma show you hell
Bring it to your face like L'Oreal
My niggas in position when they ring the bell
They gonna get your ponytail like the holy grail
That's the problem with you new school cats
Took your whole style from 'Malumkoolkat
I got my hands in the dirt
Such a pity that you can't dance on the verse
[Chorus]
Hold it now, hold it now, hold it now
This ain't your moment, we own it now
You feelin' some type of way
They gon' ask me what this song about
Composure, composure
Composure, composure
Hmm, know yourself
I'm from the future, let's take it back to the music 'cause I can't control myself
[Verse 3]
I'm the reason niggas had "The Saga" on repeat
Now you wanna charge me eighty thousand for a beat?
Load it up on data file, put it on wax
Streets on smash but your video trash
Lately I been going through some changes
Tryna figure out where I let my momma down
'Cause the mother of my child is a angel
Do I blame it on myself or this fame shit?
Busy putting in the hours, final touches to the album
When I should have bought you flowers and a bracelet
Now we gotta make different living arrangements
All the family gonna see this shit in the papers
My father telling me, "Don't make the same mistakes"
Coming home late, dinner plate's in the microwave
Now you got your very own baby face
We were so in love back in '88, anyway
I don't give a fuck what you say to me
All you bitches in the club look the same to me
I'ma need a double cup like I'm Major League
Why you tryna front like you ain't afraid of me?
Super Mega touch down every city I go
Heard you moving up now in the City of Gold
When I go to Maftown, I'ma sit on the throne
Tryna fill up The Dome, I'm 'bout to fill up your home, oh
[Chorus]
Hold it now, hold it now, hold it now
This ain't your moment, we own it now
You feelin' some type of way
They gon' ask me what this song about
Composure, composure
Composure, composure
Hmm, know yourself
I'm from the future, let's take it back to the music 'cause I can't control myself