[Verse 1]
Tapped in, back for sure
I been making multi-plat recordings
Last time around was just the warning
This time around you can’t ignore me
I remember days it was pouring
Alot of niggas hate and ain’t support me
Man I thought I lost my shot like Horry
But that what make the come up so rewarding
Quarantine had me feeling lonely
I was in the house like Cory
Disappeared and they wrote me off
But that was only half the story
(now the) Packs in
(and they) Packed in
Busting moves like Jackson
Lotta niggas aesthetics looking forced
Lotta girls laying with they niggas but they rather be in bеd with the boy
I gotta let it go of course
That’s thе casualties of touring
I guess it’s gory for the glory
Sprinkle a little finesse on a shorty
Game owe me alimony
Why I thought a check was gone cure me
Why I thought baguettes was gone heal me
When you coming up and you different they gone try to tell you something missing
Gotta learn to keep your distance
Gotta learn when shit ain’t for you
They see success and think you lucky
They don’t know you gotta suffer
They don’t know it’s two paths you either Dave Chapelle or you David Ruffin
[Outro]
Wait
Please don’t tell me you can't
Wait
I’m almost there please girl
Stay
Don’t leave me to sit here and
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