Everybody always tryna play

Catch up

Bro catch up

You playing catch up

Better not mess up

Better not get messed up

Better not get dressed today

Best you just rest you fucked anyway

Best neck a shotgun just like Hemingway

Betting pay that you’re sweating and dismayed

Getting on my way to say your setting will be late

Laid out 8 feet down

Cause I dug it myself

Don’t get bugged when I’m telling this one

Selling you shit

I quickly pitched up

And dished out

You fishing for a deeper sound

You couldn’t count

My talent

I’m more than happy

To bе absent

Of you phallic foes

I hope you know

You tragic but I doubt

You havе it

Understood

Cause if you could

You’d know this road

Was more than just some rows

Or a street

It was home to me

And y’all infected

The best shit

No more two floors for me

Or the seasons I spent in it

But fuck it

I ain’t tryna be desperate

I guess I’m moving on to the next

Segment

I’m glad I didn’t get anyone pregnant

I’m glad to be the one who ejected

I’m blessed bitch