Intro: T.U.R.K

I can't see 'em coming down my eyes

So I gotta make this song cry

Can't see 'em coming down my eyes

So I gotta make this song cry

Verse 1: T.U.R.K

Rapping like he never left

"199X", other n****s ain't reach that level yet

Had to level up, off the blunt I'm at my level best

Go against the grain, you a lame, I'm a rebel, yes

Winning so long, please applaud, need a medal? Yes

Wasn't in the gym but they still wanna meddle, bet

Get up out my biz, quick to block on the socials

Never settle for local, going global and it's all from the vocals

Future mogul moving different, meet the new me

Been fresh, man, since a newbie

Quality movie, while the rest wind up on Tubi

Need a new b**** with a booty like Tummie

And the volume on max, what I'm blowing be the loudest

Hard to keep me grounded, only buy it by the ounce, kid

You know the liquor be the brownest

When it's said and done, I hope my family the proudest

(Yeah)

Chorus: T.U.R.K

Thought by now we would've made it

Lord knows a n**** waited

Gotta to be humble, gotta be patient

Guess it's back to the bars, back to the basics

Thought by now we would've made it

Lord knows a n**** waited

Had to be humble, had to be patient

So it's back to the bars, back to the basics

Verse 2: T.U.R.K

Back rapping again, they're saying the boy gifted

Smoke in my lungs, been rolling, the boy lifted

Pour a glass, then the grass gets twisted

They say I'm restoring the feeling, I know you missed it

Please don't compare me to nobody

And yeah the flow's fat, Big Boy with the old body

Shirley topped me off and surely she did it so sloppy

They can try but I promise these n****s won't stop me

(Huh)

Press play on my new sh**

Imma be the greatest and I knew since

I was just a kid, teachers said I was a nuisance

Kicked me outta class, they would laugh, but I grew since

Said her man tripping, he thinks I'm fucking his lady

Might as well give him a real reason to hate me

(Yeah)

That's the vanity of a Virgo

Smoking sativa, sipping this merlot

As far as words go, my pen is the nicest

They can rap along but how many n****s could write this?

(Uh)

A lotta n****s won't like this

But I'mma shine brighter than a light switch

(Uh)

Born broke but I'mma die rich

Whipping work when I write it with my right wrist

Really killing it, need a moment of silence

Different kind of drive, not the type that need a license

Chorus: T.U.R.K

Thought by now we would've made it

Lord knows a n**** waited

Gotta to be humble, gotta be patient

Guess it's back to the bars, back to the basics

Thought by now we would've made it

Lord knows a n**** waited

Had to be humble, had to be patient

So it's back to the bars, back to the basics

Thought by now we would've made it

Lord knows a n**** waited

Gotta to be humble, gotta be patient

Guess it's back to the bars, back to the basics

Thought by now we would've made it

Lord knows a n**** waited

Had to be humble, had to be patient

So it's back to the bars, back to the basics