Nah, I ain't coming for the title, but I'll take it if it's mine, though

Labels want percentage, you can save it like it's GEICO

I ain't doing business with you lizards in my iPhone

They know I got an eagle eye

Lately, I've been flying low

I've been applying pressure, now I got what I applied for

I found out that diamonds just don't hit like all my milestones

I make in a year what rappers in my city sign for

25 to life and they ain't never seen a dime, hoe

SA town throwing round my sound like a quarterback

"Where you're quarters at?"

I'm in my Bank, where my quarters at

You imagine ballin', y'all ain't even where the court is at

So heads up, they tellin' tales. Something like a quarter's back

They hit on my line - they gettin' declined

Can't put these commas on hold

At 24 made 25 in just a month. Ye I know!

I've been on my grind. They typing online

He changed. He, you're right though!

The state of my mind been takin' flights

I finally stepped out of fight mode

I got way too much to lose. Think it's time I pay my dues

So I just booked enough for one and popped a bottle, too

Ay, nah! I'm tripping

Can't forget the ones who said I'd lose

Shots on me, I send a few. It's not the goose

Ye, we had roaches in our kitchen, clothes, and dishes

And my notebooks had a squish and for teachers would get suspicious

I was hoping, wishing but that hope, shit, and bitching

I learned was so inefficient. I make some hooks and lies

And that shit thrown to the fishes. Let the Lord be my witness

That picture Penny should finish. Labels beg for percentage

While I sip Henny in Venice. I might just stay independent

Like VVSs, but I can't give a fuck 'bout a necklace

Until we good back home, I'm tryin' bring 'em racks home

Don't know when my last song. I gotta bring 'em back to 'em

Hopefully in time for Grandma, and Grandpa. Missed you last November

Can't help but remember live don't really last long

So nah, I ain't coming to play. My name here to stay

All o' my numbers are up in the way

But something to say I got nothing to say

It's like I never would [?] in the save

I'm up in the wraith if you bug in a day

Yo, bitch, I can tell, Been stuck in your plate

See how I bought us a bucket display

But I'm still ridin' round tax is in my verse

Mama came to visit. Had to tell her "put your purse" up

Spend a couple thou'. Had to burn some

And by the way we livin' now

Can't believe that we were hurt once

Haters real quiet, thought I heard some

They pay so much attention to me, baby, I can't reimburse

Half way through my second year and I tripled my first one

So tell that bitch get back in here and finish til the hearse come

Til the hearse come