Issa Tape

[Intro]
What I'm tryna drop is not an album, issa tape
Ain't no rhyme or reason to it, ain't no theme to inspirate
I just got some shit up in the vault I gotta drop, I beg y'all for patience, it'll take a while 'cause shit is in the way
I been puttin' money down on shi that ain't the music
'Cause I'm makin' bigger changes in life now than what I'm used to
Tryna ball out in the game? You gotta sacrifice profusely
Specially when you like me, and normal don't come to you smoothly
I lost contact with folks that used to hit me up and call back
Since some time passed, they been ghotin' me, like Yamask
Life divides fast, and now they treat me like they all that
Shit, back in days, I must've drove 'em up a wall bad
I been watchin' those who upped on me, begin to lose the glam
Watched 'em dump they music funds 'cause they owe shit to Uncle Sam
Watched 'em be in VC everyday 'cause they don't give a damn
And if you think I'm talkin' 'bout you, chances are, bitch, I am! (Jeesh gon' kill 'em, bitch!)

[Verse]
I'm business minded only (What?)
If you ain't takin' this shit serious, you are not my homie (Back off)
Jits actin' outta the pocket, tryna cover them bein' corny (Damn!)
And I say, "jits," 'cause that word even apply to some my OG's
Got participation trophies and say, "that's good enough for me," (C'mon, dog)
And I got bitches out here tryna be my one and only (Uh-huh)
You get a hug and conversation from me, that's for sure
This dick attached to a rapper, it got too many people on it
Ain't no room for pussy, shawty
And as much as I givin' flak, and pointin' a finger at this and that
It's finger poitin' triple back
I'm lashin' out 'cause lookin' at the past two years, I'm pissed and mad at myself for some issues that I couldn't change, the thing is that
That year I put on for the squad, so how the fuck I dip in that?
I know that I finished hard, so now they not gon' witness that?
My potential isn't met, I'm kickin' into overdrive
Lookin' at the charts and graphs, my presence is supposed to rise
So I said, "'25, it's gon' be the time I shit on 'em,"
Three months in and- (Fuck!), and I ain't dropped shit on 'em
Guess my learning pace is public Wi-Fi, it's low bit loading
Shit, I wish I'm controlling, but I had to let some shit go then
I'm sorry to who I've wronged, I'm a, "work in progress," in motion
This type of role I play, the status ails, and the game don't give potions
Seem like it finna take me blowin' up to really get noticed
I'll stick to the good, but surround myself with greats if I keep goin'
Know what? I'm tappin' in, it's come 'bout time to rap again
And it don't matter the, "what," or, "where," or, "who?" just know that I'm back and in
I seen too many people 'round me have a peak, then never amount to them a second time
But down here where it storms, this lightning strike again

[Outro]
What I'm tryna drop is not an album, issa tape
Less and less I can rely on, week by week, and day by day
Fuck 'em all, and fuck the obstacles, I'm workin' anyway
I beg y'all for patience, but for now, it's my Baby Day
(OFF)