Perfect Circle

Verse 1:
Now of days I’ve been focused on getting payment
This shit sounds like I cracked the code to the matrix
The Burberry getting masked by gelatti fragrance
I tried to stay around but I ain’t have no patience
All these other rappers acting like they sitting on a waitlist
Too many nights lost off of drugs and getting waisted
If you do it right, you gonna attract you a lot of haters
I was told that it comes natural with the paper
Back when I was young I fell in love with the money
They use to say that I was dumb but now they fake and they love me
The more that I’m blowing up the more they saying I’m lucky
The same women that blew me off have now been begging to fuck me
Weighing my odds while I go to work
Praying to god but I won’t go to church
That’s why when I wrote this verse
It felt like spoken word

Verse 2:
Getting to the blunt like I needed this shit
I still can't believe the way that I treated this bitch
Talking to her cross the room while she reading my lips
I’m pleading the 5th
If the feds come it’s cease and desist
Tell wauf to put it on a shirt and we can make it merch
We all gone make it just a matter of who gone make it first
She keeps telling me it hurts and we should make it work
Thought maybe we should but baby it might make it worse
Sorry for this dedication, okay I’m not
Cause I told you that you could’ve waited, until I’m hot
Everyday now we be celebrating, let’s take a shot
This is for the days when I thought I should maybe stop
Thank god I didn’t cause I really got to get it
We came a long way from rap in the back of that Honda Civic

Verse 3:
You ain’t half this focused
You ain’t half this driven
Starting to wonder what gas you smoking
It’s been a long time I’ve had this vision
At the beginning
My life was like a long list of bad decisions
I’m just happy that I flipped that shit around
Haven’t dropped a new song in a minute
Maybe they’ll listen to me now
It’s getting to me now
I remember we was sitten at your house
Conversations about quitting because it wasn’t working out
Now I know that I’m different, it’s way to hot to turn it down
Anywhere there I visit, I’m the talk of the town
There’s white chalk on the ground
From all these other rappers that trynna copy my style
It’s time to toss in the towel
I’ll give it up, I’ve had enough I’m tired of talking them down