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[Intro: Isaiah Rashad] Beat tight as fuck Turn up! Turn the light off, Des, turn it down (Yeah) Ayy, you roll up? You'll roll up for the boys? For the Squad? (Ayy, go up then) Nah, that's — that's Ty job right now (Hahaha) Hahaha! (Working there) (You get that light too) Ahem! Ahe-hahahaha Alright, check me out Yeah [Chorus: Isaiah Rashad] If I can pay my bills, I'm good, I'm coming over Found a message in my bottle, "Your son is coming up" "By the beer, by ear, by boo"—what Yari saying? You ain't nothin' but a baby, your fear is growing up Listen here, I say, my dude, and what you call it It was Heaven at the bottom and peace from throwing up "By the beer, by ear, by boo"—my Yari saying You ain't nothin' but a baby, your fear is growing up [Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad] I think I do this shit for real, dawg, hey I ain't no motherfucking maybe I'm for motherfucking real, dawg, hey Mama, mama I got some dollars for your bills, dawg, hey (Bills, dawg) Now I'm the heading, I'm the topic All that matters, I'm Jaleel, dog, hey Yeah, you know, I think the sunshine Should feel how I feel, how I feel, like, yeah I think at nighttime The moon should call my phone Hit my line, I'm here for you And Eastside, shame on us Rain, come on now I figured the mood I figure, I figure [Chorus: Isaiah Rashad] When I pay my bills, I'm good, I'm coming over Found a message in my bottle, "Your son is coming up" "By the beer, by ear, by boo"—what Yari saying? You ain't nothing but a baby, your fear is growing up Listen here, I say, my dude, and what you call it It was Heaven at the bottom and peace from throwing up "By the beer, by ear, by boo"—my Yari saying You ain't nothing but a baby, your fear is growing up [Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad] I got a dollar and a (Ooh), stop in Kansas (Ooh) Toto to do or do not, do not forget me I been wilding, Santa, pop-and-rock 'em Lord, forgive 'em for the talcum powder Alright, now stretch it (Oh), bless it (Ooh) Bless it, my brother and his record On the record, for the record, hey And play it back 'cause they respect us Alright, now I got ... the moon and the stars Below my feet, so low I speak So I don't wake them, praise the Lord that got in me Who made me spoiled with rotten teeth So I perform the prophecy And on the norm, the plot could be To be expressing who we are And addressin' who they aren't And doin' what they can't and want [Chorus: Isaiah Rashad] If I can pay my bills, I'm good, I'm coming over Found a message in my bottle, "Your son is coming up" "By the beer, by ear, by boo"—what Yari saying? You ain't nothing but a baby, your fear is growing up Listen here, I say, my dude, and what you call it It was Heaven at the bottom and peace from throwing up "By the beer, by ear, by boo"—my Yari saying You ain't nothing but a baby, your fear is growing up [Outro] Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!