Note To Self

[Intro: Russ]

Yeah, Hit-Boy

CHOMP 2, CHOMP 2

[Verse 1: Russ & Big Sean]

5 A.M. in Atlanta, I'm writin' raps

Sometimes I'm fightin' for my dreams but it seems like they fightin' back

Light a match in my soul, they tryna bring the rain

Any bridge that I burned always lit the way

I shoot the truth then watch it ricochet, y'all just insecure like Issa Rae

The game in disarray, man, who can really spit today? (Who can rap?)

I think people are gettin' tired of all the party rap

Me, I'm out in Vegas, I own the spot that I party at

Facts, different levels to this boss shit

Always had drive, Ryan Gosling

Since I had a notebook full of rhymes, they bribe like Lori Loughlin

They mouths is full of green like I'm in Boston

But I'm in ATL, I employ myself and I pay me well

Runnin' so much game, I tore my ACL

I said that I need a sure thing, she said, "Okay, Miguel"

How many millions did I make this year? Maybe twelve

All I need's a couple weeks to make it thirteen

Me, I can stay in touch and still be out of your reach

Definition of keepin' it cordial, got it poppin' like Orville

I made somethin' out of nothin', was always resourceful

Doors will form off of your will (Your will)

I never switched teams, you're more George Hill

Fuck the haters, focus on who loves it (For real)

It's a shame to be chasin' love and runnin' right from it (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

Note to self

[Verse 2: Big Sean & Wale]

Niggas want loyalty without showin' loyalty (How?)

King shit, I want the royal treatment and royalties

My girl fresh-faced but I love how she spoil me (Woah)

War time the only time that you gon' catch me fatigued

I must be preachin' the way they crossin' me

Like I dot my I's and crossin' my T's (T's)

Really I got a reputation I often proceed (I do)

Lifestyle I live, hairlines often recede (True)

Pursuit of happiness, I'm on the search of it

Covered in Louis Vuitton, we ride on the verge of it

Lot of people claimin' that they down bad, as bad as it gets (Gets)

But understand that rock bottom a bottomless pit (Pit)

Somebody always doin' worse then worse as it is

Time forever tellin', it's always gon' snitch

A walkin' target to these hoes, they always gon' miss me

Wisdom of Solomon, I'm always gon' listen

Saint Michael and Saint Germain always protect me (Protect)

It's a movie the way these niggas drama projectin' (Boi)

It's a cold, cold game and I'm goin' Wayne Gretzky (Boi)

Born the same day as Aretha, you gotta respect me (Respect)

I gotta start treatin' my life like it's the only one

I done seen niggas lose they life over a hundred ones

I done seen wifeys who's the one's get one-and-done

My ego say I'm top five, my heart sayin' I'm one-of-one

They want me to snap, want me to fall, want me to crack

Want me the star of YouTube channels to see me react

Want me to bleed, follow their lead, then never come back (Back)

But I don't see none of y'all names on one of my plaques

Note to self, I never heard nobody tell me life was too long

Or talk about pressure then say they on top of it (Top, yeah, uh)

Only that it's too short and that they're under a lot of it (Yeah, uh)

Somehow I still show love when they show me the opposite (Look, uh)

[Verse 3: Wale & Joey Bada$$]

Note to self, they always gon' go for self

If loyalty be cold then my .40 below the belt

It's lonely when you rich, but it's boring when you get help

That's why I run my race and they slow 'cause they chasin' clout, yeah

I got lawyer fees on my desk

Hoya tickets forever, these dogs pressing you out (Hurrr)

I inspire what they can't be (Okay)

I just be playin' gallery flares, feel like Camp Lo (This is NY)

Hat low, I'm high though, my mind in is a spiral

They ask me if I'm sure, I say, "A gecko sellin' GEICO?" (Haha)

My respect is nothin' like though (Okay)

'Cause I write flows to turn this cypher to a cyclone (Phew)

I got hoes, somebody wife could be my night though (Okay)

If y'all go dark, my vitriol got vitiligo

Oh nah, my remorse is nothin' like though

This is a goosie and Gabagool, have a bite though (Oh, yeah)

I might go Michael Myers on any night though

And y'all know I'm killin' these cities like Money Heist though

Precise though, no heart, only pipe though

I'm in her back space so much, she thought she was my type ho

Nope, sophisticated, still a psycho

No bright ideas 'cause I will dim you niggas lightbulb

And spin this whole block like a dreidel, Happy Hanukkah

And mazel tov 'til I run out, somebody cut my mic off (Yo, yo, Badmon)

[Verse 4: Joey Bada$$]

Time to separate the kings from the gods, streams from the bars (Shit)

You niggas hollerin', I left the scene from a far

Here today, gone tomorrow, I'm who they honorin', I raised the bar

Diamond in the rough, not a single flaw

Keep it raw for the call (Bitch) ain't worried 'bout the scar

But if it's war, kick in the door like martial law

It's levels to this thing, homie, we on different floors (Different floor)

I switch broads like I switch cars (Skrr)

It's just the hand that I was dealt, I didn't pick the cards

I deal them demons from myself, ain't had to hit the squad

Y'all niggas light work

If I told y'all what I made a verse, shit, that might hurt

I can give y'all niggas a clue; how much that ice worth?

Take that, multiply it by two and it might work

It really just all depend on my mood (Word)

'Cause if they don't pay me my dues, they pay attention

So in the end, I still get paid, like a pension (Yeah)

Fuck nigga (Haha) and I ain't even gotta rap

50 gave me like two Ms, how I'm 'posed to act? (How I'm 'posed to act?)

Walk around like I got "Unique" written on my back ("Unique" written on my back)

My life really like a movie, hol' up, nigga, bring it back (Bring that shit back)

Yeah, I said I ain't even gotta rap

50 gave me like two Ms, how I'm 'posed to act? (Hahaha)

Walk around like I got "Unique" written on my back

My life really like a movie, hol' up, nigga, bring it back

[Outro: Joey Bada$$]

Back, back, back to back (Bring it back)

Way back, back to back (Bring it back)

Say, yeah, bring it back, way back to back (Bring it back)

Bring it back (Oh) back to back (Bring it back), uh

Yeah, nigga

Jozif Badmon, you dun know

Joey Bada$$

Woah, CHOMP, CHOMP, nigga