[Verse 1] Hello, in a muscle car murdered out With a purple ounce, that motherfucker that you heard about Spread around the internet because of word of mouth Cannonballed off the deep end and swam further out Tryna stack absurd amounts with a purdy spouse Put one in the air like Super Smash pulling Kirby out Jury’s out? Fuck it, I don’t care I’ma vent And get fucking intense like Native American sex Fuck the money, when I started I was there for respect That’s why I’m still in Connecticut where my chariot rest I’m on the edge, do y’all dare me to step? Will y’all just find another rapper to rep and even care if I left? Watched too many people run with my formula and get famous Now all of em fucking famous and boy I’m just fucking waiting Put my life up on the line for the glory that I’ve been chasing Recording down in my basement, money poor but I was patient Now I’m hustling and moving up, kid’s super tough I ain’t popping? I tell em soon enough I kept my circle tight, it never loosened up And cut the snakes out like Medusa up at Super Cuts It’s my job to get up on mics and say wild shit Never once did I suggest that you should try it Shut your trap, I’ma need a little silence Let me do my job, is that alright bitch?
[Hook] Hello, it’s so good to see you, it’s so nice to be back Gather up ladies and gentlemen, just vibe to the track Grab a seat, dim the lights while I’m reciting this rap Best in the burbs, let's remind 'em why my title is that It’s good to see you, it’s so nice to be back!
[Verse 2] I remember being lost and hopeless in my parent’s attic Feeling claustrophobic, but I never lost my focus I’m back, hurting from a mix of mild scoliosis And the weight of carrying the fucking state up on my shoulders I’m on a marathon ahead of you, dude They sucking wind, turning bluer than a jeopardy clue The jealous ones developing resentment for the crew Without knowing what I’ve been through So come and step in these shoes So what I didn’t sell crack and had a stabler home life? Middle class white, they been hating my whole life But they saw me grow up just like Raven Symone, right? Scrawny little punk, to the Razor Ramon type Independent and continually making fans Turned down a lot of deals, and chose to make a stand Fuck selling out, homie that ain’t the plan Why push the envelope? I’m tackling the mail man So here I am as I’m rambling, pants sagging And ransacking the game, no receipt for the transaction And they hopping right on to the band wagon With this puff the magic dragon stuffed into a gram bag and Attacking these beats thoroughly, in my prime currently Only way to get me to shut my mouth is to murder me Sure to be a legend, impressing with every story told Go balls to the wall like I’m fucking y’all through a glory hole My destiny is still an open book, just haven’t had my moment I’m still underrated and overlooked But fuck it yo I feel terrific We’ve already made it further than anybody predicted Tapes on tapes with a handful of crazy tours Led here, this the moment we been waiting for To my fans, I’m extending my gratitude Chemically Imbalanced, enjoy the fucking album dudeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
