Released on April 14, 2023

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[Verse 1]

Young nigga vicious

I've been in my zone, off the liquor

Uncomposed in a picture

Set the tone with the flow on my long brushstroke with it

Not up for no discussion

Nah, I'm known to push the button

I ain't got the time or the patience

I've been crushin' up the vibe in a spaceship, I'm tryna hold my head, yeah

I've been hella anxious

I've been eyein', told myself, "It's mine for the takin'"

Look me in my eye, know I'm faded, yeah

I'm locked in at the private location, Dolo

Young nigga jaded put the fuel to the flamе with the cadence

Been blowin' clouds of thе grade A

Comin' from the south, they don't play safe, they aimin' at your head

Just to get it how I ray near the same gang

And I don't even gang bang

Put the lowest profile just for going outside

Fuck niggas cosign at the chain ang

Like we ain't slave in the same field

Like I don't even speak this pain on the tape reel

Lock eyes where waste is

There's a voice in my head sayin' we should be the queen and if you 'bout it

Yeah

There's a voice in my head sayin' we should be the queen and if you 'bout it

Yeah


[Beat Switch]


[Verse 2]

I'm about my paystub, hahaha, yeah, haha, hahahaha

Yeah, wave

I'm about my paystub, ha

You could miss me with that fake stuff, yeah

It's here a nigga get my paper up, right?

Hit that nigga, get my paper-what? Yeah, uh

I'm about my paystub, uh

You could miss me with that fake stuff, yeah

Okay, I'm runnin' thin on patience, yeah

Go down and this is one of the greats, huh?

Back on my bullshit, nigga, yeah

Straight from that poor pen, nigga (Huh, okay, whoo)

Mercury and retrograde again, ayy

Hopped in the booth, the run is fade again, I'm him

Yo, lil' long, shut off, I'm playin' way above the rim

I quit my job three years ago, I've been straight ever since, ayy

Bitch, I've been real from the jump, I keep it trill, 101

Need me a mill', where the funds?

Don't got no chill, let's have fun

Just wanna feel what you want

Two hands on wheel, I'm runnin' eights

Every time I peel back the page, I bet they-

Back on my bullshit, nigga, yeah

Straight from that poor pen, nigga

I'm about my paystub