[Intro]

Yeah

Formerly

Ay

[Hook: Formerly LEN]

These days I don’t go outside

Unless I need to get my space

Working all the time friends be surprised

When I show my face

Tryna find where my heart’s at

But I’m really feeling out of place

I could pick a day and dip

I’m bouta leave it all without a trace, yeah

(Without a trace?)

[Verse 1: Formerly LEN]

Y’all got me tired now

I might just pull a Kendrick and announce an album

So that I can come out of retirement

I got the money, sent through the wire

It’s funny cause that’s just the way I be making it

Got it on lock I be feeling Jamaican

I’m reeling that’s why I been acting abrasive

You one to talk so I’ll send my remarks

To the people who’ll miss you when you meet your maker

Gave you the mic and you shuddered you passing your prime

Why you do nothing just like the Lakers

Head in the clouds but she under the table

Don’t worry she ain’t gon do it I won’t make her

Back to my crib you can try to come take her

Good luck you’ll be searching a couple of acres

Arsenal sharp ain’t a shocker (Saka)

So if you ain’t got you a Glock we can take it medieval

Chain’ll still shine in this armor

I keep my possessions and treat my quarters like I’m regal

You can hate me all you want but just know you the reason

That I be collecting this ego

You doing too much sit you down with a free throw

I’m shooting I might just grab a desert eagle

Ay!

[Hook: Formerly LEN]

These days I don’t go outside

Unless I need to get my space (yeah)

Working all the time friends be surprised

When I show my face

Tryna find where my heart’s at

But I’m really feeling out of place

I could pick a day and dip

I’m bouta leave it all without a trace

[Verse 2: Anonymuz]

Ay!

All these niggas they real as a mannequin

Know why they panicking (uh, yeah)

These niggas doing the strain of the cannibis

Know I'mma damage em (ha, yeah)

Yeah, I put the smoke in the air of the animist

No, ain't no passin it (uh, uh)

Yeah, bitch I'm the future I put in the work

And you know ain't no managin

Yeah

These days looking like the old days

Pull up on your shawty make it rotate

Spinnin blocks I'm playin where they don't play

Water on me I been in a flow state yuh (yeah yeah yeah)

Ha

Birds on a nigga like I'm Rozay

Birds round a nigga sippin rosé

If I kill a nigga it's a cold case uh (case closed)

Dumpin the clip and it's one in the head

Sluggin this whip if he duckin or dissin

We come with the friction he come with the feds

These niggas lookin like busters and bitches

They come with the fiction we cuttin them heads

Off, niggas be frontin for cred

Y'all niggas be up with the dead

[Hook: Formerly LEN]

These days I don’t go outside

Unless I need to get my space

Working all the time friends be surprised

When I show my face

Tryna find where my heart’s at

But I’m really feeling out of place

I could pick a day and dip

I’m bouta leave it all without a trace, yeah