Catch That

[Verse]
The old me got me far, new me got me where I'm going
And it's all the same me, that's the reason that I'm glowing
Y'all niggas lying, saying you ain't heard of Four-Oh yet
Y'all funny as Orlando Brown explaining oral sex
Wylin'
I'm back on my bullshit, y'all ain’t inspirin'
Been a year since I lost J, I hate how the time's flyin'
Niggas gettin' shot everyday, keep hearin' them sirens
And the haters been stayin' away, you can tell by the silence
X5 Twin, catch RX, hit the turbo
Triple X out the vent, bumpin' G Herbo
We ain't sippin' red, Xotic Aid Man is purple
Getting money, burnin' rubber driving in a circle
Skrrt
Did y'all just catch all of that?
Did Rob Wellz just come back with a passionate rap?
You hit my Genius for IG, that's where the captions is at
Like, man, this nigga really did that, all his rappin' is facts
I'm fascinated at the level all y'all's cappin' is at
And behind a phone is where I see y'all action is at
Address me, internet ain't where reactions are at
My shots are stronger than a hunnid proof in a flask with a cap
Seen less vacations since the stimmy's died out
And a lot less hoes to them cities fly out
A lotta wet wells really seemed to dry out
Expect Wellz, don't be hittin' my cell if you fried out
Everytime I drop I hear it when I'm on road
Praying every night I don't get tried by John Doe
Haven't worn my watch in months, like, where did the time go?
Been running on autopilot, where did my mind go?
I trade a square for a rectangle
My money on my left side, guess that's my best angle
I bless the world and y'all still ain't say "Thank you"
Real niggas already know, don't let the bread change you
Don’t let the-
New girl is foreign for real
I drive a foreign, four wheels
Technically, actually two
Next whip I'm snatching a coupe
I'm tryna teach y'all the growth
Let you witness progression
First thing I don't want is death
In that list prison is second
I hit the booth like a reverend
Still reppin' my exit
These niggas make me sick
I should call this shit Pepsin
'Cause I'm fixing my stomach
These problems, know you don't want it
Working on a six-pack
Sour beer 'til I vomit
I still got growing to do
I gotta ration my energy
My main opp, yeah, you know who
Got so much wrath for my enemy
Just gotta stay back, soul open for whatever the universe is sending me
Making sure my imprint solid before I become a memory
I'ma tell 'em one more time
I stay back, soul open for whatever the universe is sending me
Make sure my imprint solid before I become a memory