lately

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]

What's it like when my mind go freeze-o?

I tell my P.O., shit, you know the deal

Spend the rest of my life tryna figure out what's real

I need to heal, still hurtin' at my heels

Back then, when I would actually kill for a record deal

No one taught me how to feel

This whole time I been stuck in the field

Tryna help all these motherfuckers figure out they meals

When the truth is spilled, niggas hide out in the hills

When sometimes they need to chill, them hard times whеn the bills was

Comin' up and lurkin' up, we all had to hunt for lunch

Draws in the duffеl bag, another milli' coming up

Hope I caught the bus, that's another city coming up

Can't nobody run from us, we run until the sun come up

I rather die a broke nigga than die a superstar

All I got is my truth, I hold you to the stars

[Verse 2: Matt Champion]

Mozzarella white sauce with portobello

Wipe my face with the towel, I need to get up

Got the get up, white tee with the denim

Hat to the side, lil' crooked like it on rentals

When I pull into the park and I see Chyna

I just wanna keep her spinnin' like a vinyl

I been on my best behavior, you and I know

Bring it to them like we living in the shadows

Crisp and clean, mouth the Listerine

Tell them other naysayers uh, listen please

Take attendance, make sure they ass here

I'm tryna do it like it's my last year, baby

Don't spill wine on cashmere, maybe

I gotta act like I don't care, waiting

Won't bring nothing over here

Lotta disrespect but that dies here, ahhh

[Verse 3: Henock Sileshi]

Seventy five pairs, you know my footwear iconic

Ashtray next to the bed for the chronic

Catch me in the big-ass Jeep, or the 'cedes

I don't need to talk, I ask you what they pay me

Put it on black, I'mma double what they gave me

She want me back, I'mma tell her I'm taken

Married to this money, not a chance you can take me

And I got no problem with yo' bad bitch, raise me

B-Berkley warm, call the shots like I'm fully armed

Been heatin' up the spot, yo' ass is lukewarm

You should take out the trash little bitch, go get a bag little bitch

I got a rack in the whip

Got tags on the drip, pass the assist

Twenty four hours and I mastered this shit

I got a bad lil' bitch, yours is average I guess, ha

Listen

You know there's more where that came from

I got ammo for you, my nigga, don't say nothing, listen, uh

I'm the big man

You the little boy

I will never forget, you gotta know this

I'm a boss bitch, I'm a fucking g

You can't touch this, not my enemies

[harmonizing]