Nostalgia

[Chorus] It's quite a challenge, woozy, I find a balance Drinkin' with my lawyer, had sushi with my accountant Losin' touch and puffin' a loosie, that's where I found it One hit of the cig and I usually feel nostalgic [Verse 1] When I'm on a bender, it's usually when I miss home Mentally repairing and starin' up out the window Looking for revenge, it's the Count of Monte Cristo I'll be countin' money by the fistful, youngin' You don't know of nothing 'bout this though, youngin' Zelda got the motherfucking 6-4 hummin' Sip 'til you slip, get a grip, y'all buggin' I went to the desert, took a trip, no luggage Saw stars dancing, party in the Mars mansion As big as Kardashian asses, gargantuan All these kids nappin', I'm asking for large ransom Got the energy, documentary, Charles Manson Big bowl of cereal, fuckin' up some Cheerios This some real shit, I think y'all don't really hear me though Dap you with the left, I'm antibacterial I'm big star Mario, here we go (Here we go) I don't know a thing, but I'm still a genius (But I'm still a genius) 2021, I wanna fill arenas (I wanna fill arenas) Got lil' shorty who model for Wilhelmina She ain't Filipina, but she feel the penis (Ha-ha!) I deserve more recognition, run it back, give that a second listen Always had it, I just added repetition Label tracking data like a statistician Never had the vision that I do, I had to do that independent [Interlude] That was when I realized I just gotta keep doing shit I was looking around for a long time Looking at other people like they were doing shit right And I was doing shit wrong And then I realized nobody actually knows what the fuck they're doing But the people that succeed are the people that just keep doing it [Verse 2] Nobody got the solution, don't let 'em give you advice They try to copy the sauce, but they ain't give it the spice See, I mix in the wrongs, they only mix in the rights Add everybody I lost and that's what give it the life That's the recipe, that's the best of me That's a lesson, not a loss, it's God testin' me I know it's a rental car, it's not impressin' me It's not raw, it's not real, it's all wrestling Gimme the belt now, I had a meltdown They ain't do me no solids, but they wanna help now And I don't need ya, it's just me and Kawika, yeah I let Corbett do the beats and all my reefer sativa I know G gon' pull up with that Casamiga tequila I know we gon' make a record, he gon' be on the feature I can't release it, it's a big summer Can't go fuckin' up the bag, it's a big number, yeah So pay up, time to pay up, yeah They still asleep, so I gotta stay up, yeah Them bitches hackin' at you on the way up, mmm But this a dunk, ain't no fuckin' layup, ooh [Chorus] It's quite a challenge, woozy, I find a balance Drinkin' with my lawyer, had sushi with my accountant Losin' touch and puffin' a loosie, that's where I found it One hit of the cig and I usually feel nostalgic