So...

[Intro: Cantrell]
Yeah...
Aight let’s do it

[Verse 1: Cantrell]
So I heard you had a girl but she left you
All because you had a love a ruler couldn’t measure
So I heard you got deal without letting me help you
That’s f***** up man I thought we were better
So I heard you feeling underrated
Well put in work lil n**** boy you barely made it
Now I see they’ve got me so mistaken
I been working since Jeezy had soda and quarters bakin’
I cared so much. I gave so much
I can only get with it if my soul touch
Soap opera from my soap box, cold cuts
Salt on my wounds, look n**** I’m sewed up
Soaking with my feet in the soil
Grounded, so I see em when they seek and destroyin’
This is... God’s playlist through yo’ Sonos
...this audio No Doz
Straight drop from the soul of a dreamer
Sold everything from green to shoe cleaner
Seen many things the dream is so clear
A small city n**** with things for you to hear like...

(Answering machine)
[Skit]
Yeah... you got a little fire lit under ya a** now huh?
Mmhmm, what you gon’ do now? Huh? How you feel now? Oh yeah, this ya uncle Mike... call me back

[Verse 2: Cantrell]
I’m like what else I gotta do? You want classics?
Well in less than 10 months I gave 2
And then the game tried to suck me dry
Oh I ain’t rapping? Huh... well go and check Sway top 5 cyphers
Showed up, showed out, boy I showed my a**
Hopped up and got right in my bag
I went overseas like Chanel tags
Berlin Boys n**** Euro steps (Mm)
Before I had a deal I was real
Before Drake had a beard I was ill
When me and 6LACK had talks in the group chat
‘Bout Young Thug cadence and skill boy I was trill
I gave Greg Street a tape in 3 days dawg
It never dropped, but I promise I was skating dawg
N***** be treating me like I’m laid off
Son clocking in like a day job
They’re like, how you sign to Nas and not one person capitalize?
Was it the label or the management guys? Or me?
But it’s cool we’ll do it better this time
For the gloomy weather got me an umbrella this time
40 days, 40 nights, twice I made a classic
Thought my young career would erect, but’s it’s flaccid
Knew my whole truth would connect so I rapped it
And I packed it and I passed it to the people, what a passion (Look)
Been overlooked and underbooked
N***** wanna play me to the left guess I got ‘em shook
Say they need to see a little more, well let’s have a look
They gon’ have me creeping through the night like the Babadook
Oh we talkin’— Oh we talkin’ rappin’ I don’t see an equal?
Half a mill off of talent and that’s a preview-
Writing life out the free way boy that’s what we do
Killing n***** in these locs and a beanie, boy no Sigel
My expectations stood tall...
But I feel I fell short, n**** Plies height
Know every circle ain’t a circle, s*** is finite
Never you think you closer than you are, that’s my advice
The problem ain’t ever the problem it’s all perspective
Trauma and caution and losses is all that I’m left with
The baddest of women? I had em with all of the extras
They’re mistaking my Brady bakin’ for Byron Leftwhich
Frustrated and prostrated these prayers go
We just lost another soldier like a day ago
And life ain’t really promised and the day is short
So I ain’t signing y’all papers just because you paying more
I been shut in yo, I been stuck in so
I been sensitive to the n***** that want my glow
I kick s*** judo, want me to stub my toe
So they can be like “oh he the one that y’all cheer for?”
Want me to fall just to say that I wasn’t special
Like I ain’t give a hand, arm, leg just to help ‘em
But I ain’t gon’ complain just charge it to my blessings
My chalice it runneth over I— (Whew, yeah)
I’m at the door like Jehova’s witness
If n***** would listen, I been killing this s*** for a minute (Yeah)
I showed my city how to go and get it
Now it’s time to show ‘em how to Bob build it, black owned business
I once saw an angel wishing on a star
I had to box with the devil now he we are
I got right and got off my sap s***
‘Cause I don’t want a back n forth with Trap ‘bout rap shit