Didn’t Go Through

[Chorus]
I swear they waste my time on purpose
Like that shit ain't never running out
Put on my story labels, shitting out they mouths
But now my lil' brother asking, "Dom, what this about?
I thought you gone and got that money
Why you say they pulling out?"
Bro, don't freak out
I still got some shit to figure out
Look, we probably gotta readjust the route
I said I'd bring that bag back to the North
Finessed the South, but don't you doubt
The bag still coming, lil' brother
It just isn't coming now

[Verse]
Yeah, and that's what pissed me off the most
I know not to get excited 'cause a nigga grown
But that's not really something that my lil' brother knows
And my mama not accustomed to the way this shit goes
She thought they bought the flight, they bought the world
Hotel on Wilshire, thought I'd get what I'd deserve
Thought I'd have some rocks to slide on ice just like I curl
What the fuck I'm supposed to go and tell my baby girl?
"We ain't paying off the car yet, still gon' pay you mom rent
Said I'd get you gold and diamonds, still ain't got you pearls"
Money something I ain't find yet
My fifteen minutes comin', I'm still working on the timing
In this climate? Ice come from a different world
So everything I do just got' be out it 'cause that's just how I allow it
I just got a seven figure offer, why you doubt it?
Let me break it down quick
Basically, they down to give the kid four-hundred thousand
And that's just for one album
So go and do the math, I give them two, I get a palace
Plus a quarter-milli wanna swing me for an advance
Remember, it gon' double when I go turn off the silence
I'ma just do my dance
I just hit a milli, called my mom before I signed it
Told her, "Mom, we did it, ain't no stressing over small shit"
Whole flight home, a nigga couldn't stop smiling
Woke up the next morning, called my lawyer too excited

[Skit]
Hey, Dom
Hey, how's it going?
Just got off the phone with the label
And, uh, you know I'm reluctant to tell you
It didn't go through
Uh, but they love the music, you know
They, they said keep it up

[Chorus]
I swear they waste my time on purpose
Like that shit ain't never running out
Put on my story labels, shitting out they mouths
But now my lil' brother asking, "Dom, what this about?
I thought you gone and got that money
Why you say they pulling out?"
Bro, don't freak out
I still got some shit to figure out
Look, we probably gotta readjust the route
I said I'd bring that bag back to the North
Finessed the South, but don't you doubt
The bag still coming, little brother
It just isn't coming now

[Outro]
Huh, guess I don't gotta pay off the fuckin' mill though