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