[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
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