Losses

[Intro]
Yeah
This the shit I wanna go out to
Haha (Yeah, right)
Shit I wanna go out to (Shout out to Young Angel)
Play this shit at my funeral, ayy, ayy, yeah

[Chorus]
This the shit I wanna go out to
Patience and wisdom is what these losses amount to
I wouldn't have wrote this if broski ain't taught me how to
How am I runnin' this shit in my robe and house shoes?

[Verse 1]
I'm TBE, this fuckin' beat got me feeling like Floyd
CEO's, NDA's when you chill with the boy
Before they even knew the face, they admired the voice
I was under the radar right up until they heard that beepin' noise
I keep it poised but in the booth I'm maniacal
Undeniable, they show me love 'cause they don't have a choice
Never filled up stadiums but the music is fillin' voids
Used to be broke and anxious, now I'm rich and paranoid (Yeah)

[Chorus]
This the shit I wanna smoke out to
Patience and wisdom is what these losses amount to
I wouldn't have wrote this if broski ain't taught me how to
How am I runnin' this shit in my robe and house shoes?

[Verse 2]
I need my payments in cash money like Young Mula
Y'all ain't drug dealers, you drug users
When you say you sold bass I really thought subwoofer
You niggas ain't shooters
Y'all never shot Rugers
Bitch, I'm the industry's nightmare but I'm not Krueger
Rap God so when you see me you should sing Hallelujah
These niggas payin' for views, I wish I could tell sooner
It's me against these bots the whole time like I'm Del Spooner
To hell with the damn rumours

[Chorus]
This the shit I wanna go out to (Amen)
Patience and wisdom is what these losses amount to (For real)
I wouldn't have wrote this if broski ain't taught me how to (Facts)
How am I runnin' this shit in my robe and house shoes?

[Refrain]
Yeah, right?
How am I runnin' this shit in my- uh (Haha, haha, yeah)
How am I running this shit in my robe and house shoes? (Right?)

[Outro]
Yeah that's about it
Nah, we good, you can cut it
(Woo)