21

[Verse 1]
Back on the beat again back on the street again
You know I’m dropping that heat again
Stay pretending that we friends
But you wasn’t there when I was down and needed a hand
And you left me in the dirt, so we never speaking again
No we not linking again
Niggas mad I ain't drop shit for like 3 years
But shit in those 3 years, I was still better than half my peers
Balling no cavalier, swerving lanes, we switching gears
I’m surprised that we made it here
It’s about time that I face my fears
Going 4 for 4 on this EP it’s like I’m serving em Wendy’s
Asking if I’ll drop like when he? Used to wake up feeling empty
But now everyday I’m balling, like I play for the city that’s windy
Reservation at Beni’s, I’ma be the next Quincy
Going nuts going pecans, he ain't want no beef he vegan
Heard the door creak like Pi’erre wanna come outside but he can’t
My girl know she with a legend, call her my Chrissy Teigan
I used to have like 3 friends, shit I still have like 3 friends

[Verse 2]
Rapping like I’m not 21 but thinking 38
Age is just fucking old debate for Pete’s sake
Spitting more gold than Pulp Fiction briefcase
Never cared what he or she say, only what me say
And he say that I can be the greatest I’m like okay
Lobster with some shrimp, that shit gourmet, olé
Chillin’ with yo bitch eatin’ sorbet
She wanna fuck with me cause you boring like some croquet
Obama ain’t enough, we just getting started
White House gon be filled with Hellcats and Raris
Welcome to jungle bitch, we in the safari
If you offended by this shit, then nah I ain’t saying sorry
Cause it’s time to make change, no more sitting round
Look around, you’d be surprised by who’s doing it now
Doing it how, painted face, you a fool you a clown
Telling everyone to listen but you ain't making a sound
Keep a smile on my face ain’t got no more time to frown
Since I turned 21 that shit is dead, I had to shut it down

[Verse 3]
Crystal clear vision see everything
Jordan in 98, I’m about to win my 6th ring
Y’all get on the track and saying anything
Record at home for hours, DoorDash Buffalo Wild Wings
Viola Davis, behind the scenes we pullin’ strings
Taking off her weave, she look balder than Mr. Clean
I’m harder than ever they call me Lil Baby
By the time I’m 25, I’ma cop a Mercedes
This year I’ma cop a crib, show you niggas how I live
Nigga was talking shit, took his chick, then I hit a lick
My girl look prettier with no filter
All my niggas blazing up, like they Dame Lillard
Or maybe Dame Dash, homie I get cash
I’ma rock a fella if he talking trash
Too many memories, I had to clear the cache
Sipping strawberry lemonade out the shot glass
Sipping strawberry lemonade out the shot glass
Watch time pass

[Verse 4]
I’m screaming “fuck the world” with a long erection
Fake niggas, knock em right out of my fucking section
No confessions, chin checking punks I’m fucking wrecking
Top of the game I’m heading, your boy is way too reckless
My flow is too infectious, the cross is on my necklace
Cause we be praying to God if it get too careless
Only Option my brand you better respect us, we beat you down like Nexus
Better not disrespect us, wait your girl just sent me a message
She said she like my records, I’m tryna make her record
RVD in the bed, you know I’m fuckin hardcore
My skin way too thick, can’t slice through my fucking armour
Or armor nigga, you know I’m charming nigga
My tracks is ultra strong like Charmin nigga
I’m finna own the game, give em the charter nigga
On my ‘08, I feel like Dwayne Carter nigga