[Intro]

We got time for one more.. Aight Su Chef you Ready?

[Verse 1]

12 am in the booth

Feeling like I got the juice

They probably like he about to let loose

Yet in my head thinking like damn which song do i use to introduce

Going through the numbers like papoose

Digging to the roots

Is causing all these black thoughts

You hear about the kid who was dripping

And their family had a loss

Yet all you care about it

Is what rapper got the sauce

Or you all about alpha omega

Sorority sister Rebecca

You can’t wait to get a

Forgetting that you could be a king all you missing is Coretta

Instead a

Being like every other artist nowadays

Doing some magic and becoming number 1 like Penny

I did it the harder way

They think it’s just a phase

When they sip and blaze purple haze

Yet i gotta say

I’m okay

Been writing for like 6 labels

They got 6 figures on the tables

Telling me they’ll last for 6 Aprils

Ain’t that devilish

How they steal from the musician

Czs and rentals it’s all an illusion

Same beat and flow they using

Yet you ain’t paying attention as you cruising

Yet you’re IG skits is what they find amusing

No homie not your music

Yet they wonder why another rapper overdose

Why the drugs they abuse it

Yet they clueless

To what’s going on in their mind

When social media tell you that they should leave behind

So and so sometimes i wish i can rewind

And ain’t wait until Lil homie died

To pay our respects

Maybe they’d put the drugs down and second guess

And have more life not a second less

And for me i’ve been hustling running a marathon ain’t settling for second best

But i need to address

How they think they know what’s better for me

Better than me

This what they want me to be

Some say on the vile with Cole is where you gotta be

You an anomaly

Some say you gotta hit a key

So probably

I’m focusing on the melody

Sounding like jodeci

Like is this what it takes for them to notice me

Talk about the chicks ovary

Forget the poetry

Make something for them to go loko like YG

Thinking like why me

Man i need ya to hop off deez like JID

You know where I be

Not what’s in my head though

Don’t think just cause i make songs for women i’m soft though

I got homies who stay strapped like velcro

With the extendo out the window

Bro i ain’t playing games no nintendo

So stop showing fake love tony yayo

Man they so

Focused on the cheddar

Shot after shot no Beretta

Like do you even feel better

That tomorrow you won’t remember

And by the end of this midnight session

They’ll say that boy cold like december

He like d’Angelo With the ice in his veins can’t get compared to any lames

It’s a shame

What’s going on in the rap game

Time to pick up the controller

Just a bunch of posers

Saying they blaming the drugs

Yet they hate being sober

Blaming the drugs cause they mediocre

Or they

Trying to be like the man that was born in October

Man they so so

Yet they need help from higher powers

Losing their halo

Whatever you say bro

But it’s hard to recognize whats real when the game is full of Jose Cansecos

[Outro]

Man i’m done it’s getting late