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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]

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