[Verse 1: Matt Citron]
Running through transitions getting quick for the slow dance
Making bold decisions cause I'm slick when that flow dance
But, enough of bragging and being brutally honest cuz all of these trending artists get sensitive when you comment
So, here's a lie
Everyone's gon' make it
All the albums go platinum and everybody's mistaken
Your songs are the sh**
You are the next blow
Your girl and your closest people were right to say you were close, but
Back to reality back to the brash accent and running through tax brackets they're fumbling bad pa**es I'm coming in like practice y'all ain't quick to the game
Y'all ain't fit for something bigger than the hits and the chains and I'm bubbling tryna stomach all this comfort you gained
Look
I'm just reflecting but close to mentioning names with some questionable reactions for what I'm looking to claim
What I'm looking to say and you have to nerve to be acting up
Actions speaking louder than words for your trouble speaking up
Each of us
Had a decent piece so why you reaching up
That sh** ain't reaching us
Not enough to keep in touch
Road running the flows hunting Coyote keeping up
Stephen Curry handle teaching game like what you reaching for
We ain't even keeping score you screaming from the bleachers boy, oh
Enough of that though
I'm rapping like an a**hole but know I been with the sh**s since I started spitting Tabasco uh
Sriracha who you watching think you getting that close
Know my team could shoot a brick still catch it off the backboard
Woooah look yeah
Still guessing at what you expected
It comes and goes just know I'm coming through for who's respected, who neglected who forgot to mention who's the new direction
Yeah oh
I do this for Brookyln boys
Harlem homies
Brothers up in Queens they know what's cooking boy
Oii with the pot shalom shook em Shabbat
My posse could throw the rock bet I'll co*k it back from block
Taking off with the flows like I'm taking off from the cops
And she's taking off all her clothes while I'm taking aim at the top
Yeah, okay sh**
A couple minutes f**ing snappin'
Like who'da f**ing thought I'd f**ing make it f**ing rapping
f** the games f** what you expected stop the f**ing acting
f** to all these f**s that's always f**ing up the f**ing brackets
The one seeds whose not making it past the f**ing practice
Sorry momma the commas coming I'm getting co*ky
I'm looking side to side I see the team I know they got me
I know who's watching I know who's checking for competition got the proper vision I saw you lost they saw you missed it
20-15, used that sh** for preparation
These reparations and destinations through immigrations
My tested patience been clearing room for some renovations
And sh** they love it they biting styles like a reservation my table just ate what you hating for should be acting gracious
Now I'm in meetings giving cuts to crows
And all the vultures tryna circle while my ducks in a row
Just know I keep that sh** a buck for those who wanted to know and I'm squashing beef like I was eating porterhouse on a roll
Bought a house in the hills
No wait I didn't I'm tripping I'm just living so far ahead sometimes just speak from the vision
Sometimes just speak in predictions ambition slick and ridiculous now given this new edition who's the kid that's been glistening
Who's the kid with the precision when he's spitting you listening
Who's the one that's on his way while you just pa**ing through visiting
Got more rhythm than the band now I'm just dance and jiggin' it since I dribbled the rock
I got the vision to watch
I'm tryna sizzle with the gristle putting grits in the pot
Hot
The flows hungry the team's ready the dream's steady
I got my weight up since last fall know it seems heavy
The labels asking questions who the f** is this guy
My plans are making dinners in Venice look like a fish fry
And I can't speak for you but the gra** is greener on this side
Dip slide, cutting my way through the opposition I'm currently not concerned when I listen to competition
Listen to what's been missing don't hear it from what you're playing, you're saying that sh**s the greatest I think I'm losing my patience
Oh, can't trust your cosigns
At least that's what they go by
But I could cut the wheels off of you and whoever ghost rides
A-T-L to N-Y they're showing me love on both sides
Famous strangers and friends say I'm bout to blow like a goldmine, know you can just save the hate you're receiving to speak on your time
Cause I don't hear the chatter my confidence booming lately gotta show my love to people I need and truly saved me, Shea I swear to God you gon' buy your momma the new Mercedes, all I asked was love now I've got it sh** we gon' do it crazy
Yeah.. we gon' do it crazy