Back in Office

[Chorus]
Young Sabastian back in office
Slipped outta the back in a flyin' saucer
"Cristela, where we at?" Declinin' offers
I hear niggas rap and can make salsa

[Verse 1]
Tomato, tomato, it's all sauceless
This feel like Draino to y'all faucets
Superhero, this my negro solstice flow
They hear my shit and then adopt it like a foster home
My granny workin' hard, the main person I call upon
Gold chain hang from my collarbone
I was the same guy in her college dorm
And I ain't never had a college dorm
Body like a bottle and her skin tone terracotta
I'm from Chicago, we invented mobsters
Some call me "Saba," others call me "Saba"
As long as it's love, it's not a problem
I filet a voyeur like I'm Óscar de la Hoya
Fuck is y'all lookin' at?
Hot potato, oil, I can fry the game or boil
They like, "Fuck is y'all cookin', crack?"
Got niggas askin', "Is it jazz or is it rap?"
I'm a bit imaginative, I'm where the ribbon at
In the sky, I can write like Jack Kerouac
I can say anything, it don't even have to match
I can wear anything, it don't even have to match
When it comes to rap peers, I don't even have a match
Like a smoker lookin' for a light, pattin' they jacket flaps
Raised by the old school, G-pa in the Cadillac, that's

[Chorus]
Young Sabastian back in office
Slipped outta the back in a flyin' saucer
"Cristela, where we at?" Declinin' offers
I hear niggas rap and can make

[Verse 2]
This is for the amateurs, this is where the master rap
Some of them not amateurs, but next to me, they sound like that
My city like Gotham, but no, I am not Ben Affleck
Turn your head into a fraction, yeah, they will take half of that
I am not a hunter, but I grew up in that habitat
Life a uphill battle, but for me, was more a avalanche
Stackin' up the bread, now I need everything I haven't had
Milli after milli, they gon' hear me like I'm Bangladesh
Cole passed on this beat back in 2009
I was but a young lad waitin' to have my time
Knew that one day my story be celebrated
I guess I'm still waitin', so fuck it, I'ma take it
Love myself enough, I can dodge through the stunts
Actin' like a ruler, but could never measure up
Knew myself enough, I never questioned what I was
Manifested paradise and I was in the hood
Ten years plus now I been this good
Honey on me now, she heard about the buzz
Sign should say "Keep out," the dog's on a hunt
Labels tryna reach out, that's every other month

[Chorus]
Young Sabastian back in office
Slipped outta the back in a flyin' saucer
"Cristela, where we at?" Declinin' offers
I hear niggas rap, tell 'em, "Take caution"

[Outro]
Yeah