[Chorus]

What goes around come around, I’m a need Karma’s Schedule

But first I’m trying to take it to another level

But first I’m trying to take it to another level

(What goes around)

(What goes around)

(What goes around)

What goes around come around, I’m a need Karma’s Schedule

But first I’m trying to take it to another level

But first I’m trying

[Verse 1]

I must’ve lived the fast life in my past life

I tried to flirt with Karma, she ain’t trying to act right

She started hating just when I thought I controlled shit

She’s constipated; she’s always bringing up old shit

The say it’s exactly how I’m supposed to feel

Telling myself it’s gonna bе worth it, trust me I know it will

But hopping off the Megabus dragging luggagе with broken wheels

All the way to the studio starting to feel like overkill

Damn, the life I had arranged, I could’ve had a range

I never needed social media to make my status change

A glimpse into the mind of a scatterbrain

Trapped in the studio, only take breaks for the Dallas game

As far as hours shit, I lost count at “Count On It”

I put my money down on it, none of that shit was counterfeit

Hit the studio, pound a fifth

Crank the speakers up loud as shit

Truth be told, get a hold of that alcohol, I’m an alchemist

Like water to wine and like wine into bourbon

Cause bourbon and beats got me murdering beats

But nervous to speak to my fam

Cause I’m imperfect and they prefer me to preach

Got in touch with myself now I’m the hardest person to reach (Dunson)

Been in airplane mode since Cher played shows

They say my verses too perfect, I should paraphrase those

But I’m a tell my own stories before they narrate those

Shit feels like a glass ceiling with the staircase close

Trust me, I heard your efforts, I just can’t respect it

You Microsoft rappers blew your load, that’s an error message

You switched it up and put your blocks in your bars on your records

But you still dropping L’s, you doing well at Tetris

Save your records, these are Savior records

Nah. Really I’m more spiritual. Lyrical, Maryland Miracle

But still feel the need to pray, flights out of DCA

Look I don’t want the drama, I just need Karma’s ETA

[Chorus]

What goes around come around, I’m a need Karma’s Schedule

But first I’m trying to take it to another level

But first I’m trying to take it to another level

[Verse 2]

Been living life like controlled chaos

What if I don’t take off, shit got my flow way off

I’m with a bad chick, she trying to take that Dolce off

I said Devil not today and he said no days off

But I can’t slow down time, can’t change the clock’s tempo

And it’s not a Hov album, you can’t play back the intro

I don’t regret the chick from D.C. at El Centro

Nah, that ass was monumental, I’m just mad I lost her info

I cheated on my ex, I know she hates me for it

I’m still doing shit to make up for it

Karma, I won five g’s in Vegas, guess I should thank you for it

So I took it straight to the strip club to pay it forward

Stay out of reach from the chicks I hit on my college streak

Overthinker. Shit, that’s why the project’s not released

Know how to speak and when not to speak, I stayed out the streets

Know Buddhist Monks that got a piece because they not at peace

Assassinate us ‘til we obsolete

Half of the nation didn’t give a fuck until they shot police...

Shit I’m just dropping beats

[Chorus]

But first I’m trying to take it to another level

But first I’m trying to take it to another level

(What goes around)

(What goes around)

(What goes around)

But first I’m trying to take it to another level

But first I’m trying to take it to another level