You already made me late to run to my man's place Nigga, my man wavy Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, yeah Ayy, ayy Yeah Ayy, ayy Ugh, ugh Handling my shit, missed my mans, and caught a grip Catch myself if I should slip (ugh), ain't no falling off the cliff I've been calling off them trips, just gotta get my head right (yeah) Tryna just be, but it ain't no love seen nor felt (ugh) Sense it, I can smell more wealth on the way My health gon' decay Work from dusk 'til the day for the fruits of your labor Fatal with the truth on these papers 'Member being rude on the wake-up 'Member I was stooped with the patience (ugh) Needed newer shoes with the laces (ugh, yeah) Bruises is aged, brodie gave me clues to the game Only fools lose the race, boy, it's more time (more time) I've been ducking from the crossfire (fire) Still seeking shit that I can call mine Yeah, that I can call mine