Nostalgia

[Chorus]
It's quite a challenge, woozy, I find a balance
Drinkin' with my lawyer, had sushi with my accountant
Losin' touch and puffin' a loosie, that's where I found it
One hit of the cig and I usually feel nostalgic

[Verse 1]
When I'm on a bender, it's usually when I miss home
Mentally repairing and starin' up out the window
Looking for revenge, it's the Count of Monte Cristo
I'll be countin' money by the fistful, youngin'
You don't know of nothing 'bout this though, youngin'
Zelda got the motherfucking 6-4 hummin'
Sip 'til you slip, get a grip, y'all buggin'
I went to the desert, took a trip, no luggage
Saw stars dancing, party in the Mars mansion
As big as Kardashian asses, gargantuan
All these kids nappin', I'm asking for large ransom
Got the energy, documentary, Charles Manson
Big bowl of cereal, fuckin' up some Cheerios
This some real shit, I think y'all don't really hear me though
Dap you with the left, I'm antibacterial
I'm big star Mario, here we go (Here we go)
I don't know a thing, but I'm still a genius (But I'm still a genius)
2021, I wanna fill arenas (I wanna fill arenas)
Got lil' shorty who model for Wilhelmina
She ain't Filipina, but she feel the penis (Ha-ha!)
I deserve more recognition, run it back, give that a second listen
Always had it, I just added repetition
Label tracking data like a statistician
Never had the vision that I do, I had to do that independent

[Interlude]
That was when I realized I just gotta keep doing shit
I was looking around for a long time
Looking at other people like they were doing shit right
And I was doing shit wrong
And then I realized nobody actually knows what the fuck they're doing
But the people that succeed are the people that just keep doing it

[Verse 2]
Nobody got the solution, don't let 'em give you advice
They try to copy the sauce, but they ain't give it the spice
See, I mix in the wrongs, they only mix in the rights
Add everybody I lost and that's what give it the life
That's the recipe, that's the best of me
That's a lesson, not a loss, it's God testin' me
I know it's a rental car, it's not impressin' me
It's not raw, it's not real, it's all wrestling
Gimme the belt now, I had a meltdown
They ain't do me no solids, but they wanna help now
And I don't need ya, it's just me and Kawika, yeah
I let Corbett do the beats and all my reefer sativa
I know G gon' pull up with that Casamiga tequila
I know we gon' make a record, he gon' be on the feature
I can't release it, it's a big summer
Can't go fuckin' up the bag, it's a big number, yeah
So pay up, time to pay up, yeah
They still asleep, so I gotta stay up, yeah
Them bitches hackin' at you on the way up, mmm
But this a dunk, ain't no fuckin' layup, ooh

[Chorus]
It's quite a challenge, woozy, I find a balance
Drinkin' with my lawyer, had sushi with my accountant
Losin' touch and puffin' a loosie, that's where I found it
One hit of the cig and I usually feel nostalgic