No Bygones

[Intro]

I got this light shinin' in my—

You can turn that light off

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Everything is on purpose

Everything is on purpose, on purpose, yeah

Everything is on purpose, yeah

Everything is on purpose, on purpose, yeah

Mmm-hmm

Hell yeah, okay

[Verse]

You can bet I never tell a lie in my songs

You fakin', how the fuck you coming flexin' with a Scion?

I'm buyin' anything I put my eyes on

No bygones, no motherfuckin' bygones

You need to do better, I keep it hot, I choose weather

That's God level, solid, I'm all metal

You soft Jello, I am flyin' higher than falsetto

What's on special? Short bus dropped to the floor bus

Full course, got her pussy wetter than pool shorts

They waitin', never playin' like the side of the hoop court

Decided to do more, I'm runnin' my own shit

I know I look fantastic, I'm so happy you noticed

You should focus on yourself, why your lips so loose?

You talk a lot of shit, but you don't sip no juice

High on opinions, but you low on funds

Shit, it's my time and it's your time of the month

Rhymin' ain't really nothin' but boredom

I just absorb, then I'm on

Gee, I'm exitin' orbit, but more importantly

I'm gettin' up every mornin'

Too many squares in your circle

You way too out of proportion, so act accordingly

Normally I'm torn between good and bad

How I'm 'bout to knock 'em down, uppercut, hook or jab

I ain't seen this much food since back in cookin' class

Let me see what else inside this goody bag

Everything is on purpose

Temperature is risin', my hand is on the furnace

Adventures of a dyin' breed

I was way too high to even try to see

But finally, I'm glidin' on the surface

JuJu on Burfict, lights out, picture-perfect right now

Not concerned with your bullshit, pipe down

I might just pull up to the White House

Shit... Unlikely

The president say my name again, he gotta fight me

I ain't puttin' that politely, that's word to Spike Lee

Somethin' don't seem right, not at all

Little tiny-ass pants, why your pockets small?

One foot in front of the other, I'm 'bout a hundred tall

Overkill, Jonah Hill numbers with the Moneyball

I called a lot of shots, missed a bunch of calls

See the phone, Al Capone, it's on silent

Home on a solid gold throne, when in Rome

Tell 'em all, "Keep quiet and please leave me alone"