Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Right, right, right, right (black metaphor)
Yeah
You know I keep telling niggas, man, I'm on a
I'm on a different level, you know what I mean (man)
Fuck a Spotify playlist
Come to my hood if you tryna hear the (yeah)
Kind of music I'm making
From here on out, you feel me
Look, somewhere in the east, I'm smoking Exodus cheese
While I'm listening to rather you than me (yeah)
But not the whole thing
There's really one song stuck on repeat (which one?)
Same one that comеs on right after "Santorini Greece" (right)
Any day of the week, I might bе set to release
I got executives on the edge of they seats, yeah
Happy birthday to me
Decided to treat myself, so I just bought this beat
So here's to many more (yeah)
Cut it off or pass the aux if it ain't baby boy and black metaphor (for real)
They tried to cut him off and pass along
But couldn't seem to kill the young bull like an amateur matador
Nigga, fuck the metaverse (fuck 'em)
I just gotta say the word
They at your door in real life
We don't do the back-and-forth
Have 'em niggas check you like Phil Knight
Used to have dreams that I could have it all
Now I'm checking off what I have so I can get some more (it's crazy)
Now I finally got someone to thank and that's the Lord
And to be frank, I'm thankful that my dad and mom fell in love and had sons
Now look at where we are
We just gotta carry on, right?
It's hard to keep score
You know they say that only losers check the scoreboard (keep going)
Do you know how to teach a person to be self-taught? (keep going)
Do you know how to lose an m and make it back, dog? (do you?)
All I hear is capping in your rap songs
And yet they still tell you niggas, hats off
They don't see what's on the other side of that cracked wall
You ain't cut from that cloth
You more like vicuña 'cause you mad soft (ah)
You ain't running shit, you just catwalk (facts)
Would you rather be a follower or be a vanguard?
Nigga, you just wanna be a rap star (uh-huh)
And that's the reason why you only made it that far
You should take notes, Daniel son
Took my shot, and won
I don't praise rap gods, I am one
Won't stop, can't stop
They don't make 'em like me anymore, nigga, deadstock
Working double shift like the caps lock
Can't nobody see me like a stash spot
Couldn't have said it better, yeah
Proudly reminiscing on my past endeavors
Like those decisions that I made when it was now or never (yeah)
Yeah, I promise we gon' live forever
Finally twenty-five like an Adele album
Yeah, I'm feeling good as ever (I am)
Shit, I'm actually feeling way better (true), yeah
They want me to prove what I'm worth
I tell 'em, I'll see you niggas on October 21st, yeah
(Black metaphor)