Alright
It feels good to be back
You know what I'm saying
Look
Well respected
The music was well recepted
I kept it honest and
Clearly the words connected
Sing don't rap, nigga
Rap, don't sing
How bout fuck what you're suggesting
Niggas with no taste still
Call themselves tastemakers
The ones that show no love
Always saying they hate haters
Shorties say they real
Fresh off of fajas and waist trainers
It's crazy in my city
I'm just living and maintaining
Abe had me focusing on residual income
It's funny cause now
The outcome is dollars and then some
To be honest I don't know
Where these niggas get they bread from
Money made them change
Insecurity's where it stemmed from
I'm locked in till my niggas freed up
Hate it or love it man
The city need us
I'm just being honest dog
Who could see us
Brother's back, boy
It's time to re-up
Yeah
Yeah
Fresh off a mixtape
On the 31st floor of the St Regis
Eating a rib steak
Life used to good but now shit's great
Tried to keep my head above water
Now this shit inflate
Niggas will bite the hand
That feeds them when they hungry
Then turn around and ask
You why you leave em
I figured out loyalty could be deceiving
That's why I don't love bitches
I always breeze em
Except for Teetee, she know
I'll never leave her
But that conversation's
For a different season
Cause right now
I'm just clearing shit out
You know, Spring cleaning
No one better in my city
And nigga I really mean it
Cause if we talking bout greatness
Then what's the real meaning
They say numbers don't lie
But that shit could be deceiving
Leave it to niggas in they verses
And now they in the deep end
Give it a couple more records
And now nobody breathing
Cash told yall niggas don't let
Brother take this serious
Two months later
We on the radio calling in Sirius
People curious bout how we bloomed Overnight like Cereus
It's cause of triple entendre's
Like that in case you ain't hear it
It's important to remember
Everything's got an expiration
That's why in life
You gotta set them expectations
And we did, man
I swear that we did
Kiss' crib, EST deliberations
I still hit her on birthdays
And special occasions
Even though our messages
Look like a one-way conversation
Three records in and I told yall about my contemplations
One year passed since then
I swear nothing's changing
I'm locked in till my niggas freed up
Hate it or love it man
The city need us
I'm just being honest dog
Who could see us
Brother's back, boy
It's time to re-up