Believe It Or Not / Can’t Get Back

Part 1 - "Believe It Or Not" prod. by Unhappy Hank

[Intro]
Yeah, A-G-E
Look

[Verse]
I had OG's that never left me lonely
PTSD from people acting like they know me
The way I move around my town, people say I’m ghostly
But I stay in Cali like the OC
If you tryna link, I'ma hit a nigga with the "Okie dokie"
These little niggas tryna little bro me
They done got 'bout so many plays off the styles that they owe me
I heard they throwing shots but never wrote me
D-U-T-C-H, I speak great so they quote me
And there's a few cats doin' they thing but ain't sold me
Keep it a buck, you couldn't fuck with my oldies
And let alone steppin' toe-to-toe with the old me
And to be honest, I'm so sick of being low-key
I should've done exactly what my manager had told me
Sign a four album deal, let a label own me
Until I woke up and realized they can't control me
Now I look up and see they tryna plant and grow me
I mean this od I'm like the Soundcloud Kobe
I don't compare me to any rapper that I'm better than
Every single that a nigga drop is a 10/10
Every girl that ever hated me, son, I made amends
I mean we were great lovers then but we better friends
I'm the menacing son of Denis, why they let him in?
Ballin' so hard, need a letter on my letterman
Damn, I'm crazy, I grew up on a B.I.G, Pac and Jay-Z
Eminem, Weezy, Baby, so it never seem to faze me to drop a couple sixteens lately
It made me, I ain't go outside daily
I stayed inside on a Windows '95 PC, playin' instrumentals on repeat
So he seen it all comin' like a minute ago
I finished the flow then jump back to get it some more
I'ma profit off this music shit, it ain't a option
I'm 23, the clock tick-tockin', fuck it, I'll pick pocket
Anybody comin' for Dutchy? The thought disgust me
If you get off scotch free, buddy, you got lucky
To turn this rap shit to a lick, it's not nothing
I'ma load a couple of clips and get bustin'
Been 9 years chasing this shit, so quit fussin'
You don't know nothin', believe it or not
There was no green grass when we reached to the top
But like a Brady clean pass, I believe in my shot
Like [?] you get me, I believe in my spot
The industry like Ripley's, man, believe it or not
Dutchy been a fuckin' cream of the crop
This shit bothers me more than gettin' my screen to unlock
All this drip talk, it's like you niggas need me to mop
I don't crip walk but niggas know I B's on the block
This for my niggas in the trap steady cleanin' they Glock
Or young mothers pourin' grease in the pot
Or young niggas fightin' demons, poppin' pills 'cause they need them to stop
I'm not one but I see them a lot
I got one fuckin' dream, I'ma stop when a nigga isn't breathing
Not this A-G-E shit, the plate be [?]
It's the plate we feed with, here's some food for thought
Don't know where the fuck I'm goin' but who would've thought
I just gotta keep on growin' like seeds in the pot
We two peas in a pod, believe it or not

Part 2 - "Can't Get Back" prod. by Dutchboy

[Chorus]
Time I can't get back
That's just my time I can't get back
But I won't quit [?] just like what you got, what you got
'Cause that's just time I can't get back
That's just my time I can't get back
But I won't quit [?] just like what you got, what you got

[Verse]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm sippin' Henny out the bottle
I don't know what's gon' come tomorrow
But I had to let go of my sorrows
So I drown myself [?]
I don't know you, I don't know shit
I don't know where, where you been
Who you love, who you with, guess our trust didn't fit
I guess our love wasn't shit to you, you, you, you
So now I'm drunk 'cause I just [?] for some dude, dude, dude, dude
I just wanna hit you up to know the truth, truth, truth, truth
'Cause right now I don't got a clue, clue, clue, clue

[Chorus]
'Cause that's just time I can't get back
That's just my time I can't get back
But I won't quit [?] just like what you got, what you got
Time I can't get back
That's just my time I can't get back
But I won't quit [?] just like what you got, what you got