All that I’m askin’ for is just your patience

Fuck anything that ain’t Montana, let’s get back to basics

I’ll keep you in mind, baby you are on the waitlist

And I like my odds on this hand, I brought all my aces

Take me back to when I made mistakes

I done found a gift back in twenty oh eight

Dad brought home a Mac, I was outside skatin’

I got with Garageband beats all day

Then came twenty twelve, I’ma pay that time a visit

I think I had like fifty-two records to be specific

Ain’t no plans on droppin’ ‘til somebody said I get it

I know you bein’ humble but it’s okay to admit it

I’m on a thirty second sky rise closin' the night

Like how the fuck I got all this dough with me?

Strap on my hand is controllin’ me

Forevеr I’ll be paranoid cuz I did somethin (shhh)

Check so big wе should prob’ly celebrate it

Yellow pink Rolls Rolls, had to lemonade it

I got what I want now I’m livin’ audacious

All that I’m askin’ for is just your patience

Fuck anything that ain’t Montana, let’s get back to basics

I’ll keep you in mind, baby you are on the waitlist

And I like my odds on this hand, I brought all my aces

“Yeah”

“I’m in Montana, I’m from Montana”

“Bruh, what’s goin’ on out there?? Hahaha”

“It’s brisk as hell, it’s cold like forty degrees. Shit bro, ain’t shit goin’. I was in Atlanta for like six months, but um, I went to Atlanta in February and they shut down (in) like two weeks of me bein’ there, and I just sat in this like five bedroom house alone for like, five months, literally alone. And I was like ‘alright I’m gettin’ the hell outta here, bro’ I’m like this is...”

“Yeah, that’s way too much”

“Outta hand now, ya know? I was just like ‘fuck’. I’m like thinkin’ I don’t know where I wanna go next, like…”