TIL THE HEARSE COME

Nah, I ain't coming for the title, but I'll take it if it's mine, though
Labels want percentage, you can save it like it's GEICO
I ain't doing business with you lizards in my iPhone
They know I got an eagle eye
Lately, I've been flying low
I've been applying pressure, now I got what I applied for
I found out that diamonds just don't hit like all my milestones
I make in a year what rappers in my city sign for
25 to life and they ain't never seen a dime, hoe

SA town throwing round my sound like a quarterback
"Where you're quarters at?"
I'm in my Bank, where my quarters at
You imagine ballin', y'all ain't even where the court is at
So heads up, they tellin' tales. Something like a quarter's back

They hit on my line - they gettin' declined
Can't put these commas on hold
At 24 made 25 in just a month. Ye I know!
I've been on my grind. They typing online
He changed. He, you're right though!
The state of my mind been takin' flights
I finally stepped out of fight mode

I got way too much to lose. Think it's time I pay my dues
So I just booked enough for one and popped a bottle, too
Ay, nah! I'm tripping
Can't forget the ones who said I'd lose
Shots on me, I send a few. It's not the goose

Ye, we had roaches in our kitchen, clothes, and dishes
And my notebooks had a squish and for teachers would get suspicious
I was hoping, wishing but that hope, shit, and bitching
I learned was so inefficient. I make some hooks and lies
And that shit thrown to the fishes. Let the Lord be my witness
That picture Penny should finish. Labels beg for percentage
While I sip Henny in Venice. I might just stay independent
Like VVSs, but I can't give a fuck 'bout a necklace

Until we good back home, I'm tryin' bring 'em racks home
Don't know when my last song. I gotta bring 'em back to 'em
Hopefully in time for Grandma, and Grandpa. Missed you last November
Can't help but remember live don't really last long

So nah, I ain't coming to play. My name here to stay
All o' my numbers are up in the way
But something to say I got nothing to say
It's like I never would [?] in the save
I'm up in the wraith if you bug in a day
Yo, bitch, I can tell, Been stuck in your plate
See how I bought us a bucket display

But I'm still ridin' round tax is in my verse
Mama came to visit. Had to tell her "put your purse" up
Spend a couple thou'. Had to burn some
And by the way we livin' now
Can't believe that we were hurt once
Haters real quiet, thought I heard some
They pay so much attention to me, baby, I can't reimburse
Half way through my second year and I tripled my first one
So tell that bitch get back in here and finish til the hearse come
Til the hearse come