​see u next year

[Verse 1]
Yeah
You may not like me but all your favs is tuned in
And I got so much proof in it, shit'll make the room spin
Way I see, you need it more than me
Keep your two cents
'Cause all my homies worked up the team just formed a union
I don't ever trip, tie my loose ends
But '21 ain't fuck me up as bad as '22 did
I guess that's just the cost of doing business
And I really almost quit in 2020
But thank God that I didn't
Now I'm still in this bitch, 'bout to go thirty
I won't ever stop trying now, this shit is actually working
And if you mad at my position 'cause you scared to put the work in
Talk to God
That ain't got shit to do with me or my worth, man
Even on my worst day I kept the patience
And I done sowed the seeds to some flowers I ain't made yet
And if you waitin' on the drums, you should probably save the date then
But I wouldn't be Willy if I ain't bring the 808 in

[Verse 2]
Woo!
(Talk to 'em!)
(Who the fuck you thought this was?)
(Clipaholics)
Ay, often imitated
Never repeated
You can hear me when I'm comin'
Bammer got 'em praising Jesus
And I'm speaking right to you
So this time you know I mean it
Ain't no half-stepping on it
All my shoes got the creases
Where I'm goin' I don't need no visas
Credit where credit is due, I done maxed out my visa
It's 2022, how you still buying leases?
Nah dog, that's my grandma's car
I don't buy leases
(Who the fuck you thought—)
I barely leave the house still got my ice on
I'm a lil sensitive but they mostly know me for my fight songs
Outside in Dior
Way they thought I was a christ on— Christian
I fucked that last bar up
I think I typed wrong
Gotta keep it pushin' though
I always keep the mic on
The only secret sauce is getting better takes a life long
And I done looked Death in the face
And I told him leave a light on
I'm only moving on my terms, it's my way
Weed had me buggin' had to dial it back mane
I been through hell and back plus the trials and back pain
On my last dollar tryna get a lil snack wrap
I don't rap, I'm just a fan
How the fuck I end up backstage?
It's inconceivable
I was never supposed to make it this far
How the fuck could I ever lose?
And it's new shit on the way that much I can promise you
I just been goin' through it bad, look at what all this drama do
And the cash keep fucking shit up
But I guess that's what the commas do
In debt to the commissary
Had to knock over a Jamba juice
(Clipaholics)
Sorry, I just had to get my ginger up
I don't do armed robbery you just got got with some finger guns
Make 'em look less credible
Every time that they don't think of us
Fuck a seat at the table I walk in with middle fingers up!

[Verse 3]
Ain't no point in tryna play nice 'cause you don't listen to me
You just see me like a check, the way you kissin' on me
You done showed your whole hand
That shit's suspicious, homie
How the fuck you get this number anyway, you the Feds or something?
Look at how you move, ain't got no love with it
They fuck with what I do 'cause I put love in it
Stressed as fuck 'cause I'm tryna do something different
Put that on stamina
With my shoes laced and I still run with it
Loser's pase
Yeah, I still run with it
I could never lose now baby
'Cause yea I done did it
Look at God
Had 'em send my dad up
This year I learned the power of my words and quit the bad luck
And I don't go to church
But he stay with me 'cause it's God's country
And next year I'm goin' for each and every blessing that he got for me
It cost me everything I was to get to this moment
So I ain't leave the room till I'm sure that my credits are rolling

[Outro]
It'll all be over (Yeah)
(Yeah) It'll all be over
It'll all be over
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