Grande

[Intro] It just take a little this, little that A little bit of risk, a little bit of math The little bit I did, it isn't half Of what I'm 'bout to do just with the little bit I have [Verse 1] Sunny or not, pick the weather Love me or not, can't be stuck sitting here picking petals Do you love me for what I got? Would I let you? Well, I ain't got a lot left, guess that's why you left too It isn't regretful, ain't a bit resentful As long as I'm with the clique in the rental Let 'em assemble, marvel at the ensemble Brough the carnival from Vermont to Ronkonkoma Question who's responsible Credentials impeccable phenomenal I owe it to my momma though The chronicles, the shit we went through Didn't settle, existed at a different level On a roll over instrumentals Ponder, put my thoughts in the lead with the pencil On the pad I don't brag, I just tell it simple as that Or hit 'em with a little existential raps Something they can get, make it referential Essentially what I was sent to do since a little lad Don't let him get in his little bag We gon' snap like you ripped the matchstick in half Writtens look like chicken scratch, make it hard to spit 'em back Y'all was sleep taking kitten naps, kickin' back I need a bigger map, the whole globe ain't post code [?] more dough in the bag [Chorus] It just take a little this, little that A little bit of risk, little bit of math The little bit I did, it isn't half Of what I'm 'bout to do just with the little bit I have It just take a little this, little that A little bit of risk, little bit of math The little bit I did, it isn't half Of what I'm 'bout to do just with the little bit I have [Verse 2] Took a flight to my past right back And I'm tryna grasp if I'm still on the right path Hi haters, back from my hiatus I savored every second I waited, I'm patient I painted pictures, just look what I stated I could die today, I made it And I can say I did it my way like Frank did But I ain't gon' fly away, I'm staying Frankly I ain't gon' lie and say my mind's made yet I just ride away with my next high paycheck, goodbye Nah, I couldn't leave, I'm a bookers dream Hook up the beat, all it took for me to cook and clean Could write a book, who is he? Maybe book a b Watching the heist from Coney Island, baby, Louie Reed I took the beat, cardboard on the concrete Hit 'em with the Spinaroonie, look like Booker T But on god shit ain't how it used to be Jackie Rob' jersey fitted with the Brooklyn B Y'all booty, I'ma put my foot in between Should've seen, shook the scene with a look and lean What it seem, shorty could've cream And now she's choosing me I ain't got my L so she's scooping me Took off the roof for me Y'all 'best get used to me 'cause I'm doing me 'til the eulogy [Chorus] It just take a little this, little that A little bit of risk, a little bit of math The little bit I did, it isn't half Of what I'm 'bout to do just with the little bit I have It just take a little this, little that A little bit of risk, a little bit of math The little bit I did, it isn't half Of what I'm 'bout to do just with the little bit I have