[Intro: Cyrus]
I'd like to take this time to apologize to DJ Eclipse for taking so damn long to rap on something
[Verse 1: Cyrus]
I told Eclipse, "Better hit me back cause I'm dropping soon", yeah
I told Phour, "Better hit me back, I need some interludes", yeah
I told Marcus, "Better hit me back, I need a verse or two", yeah
I told my b**h not to hit me back I got sh** to do
If you ain't Pack, who the f** you is? If you ain't Moe, whatchu really did?
I ain't one to hold no grudges, only hold it down for my friends
Speck fam, all of y'all in the same gym shooting with me
Buzzer-beaters with the Steph Curry, game-winners with the Kyrie Irving
Never thought I'd have to grow up without a father figure, I'm the man now
Once you figure that you take the figures out the book and lead by your own hands now
Wanna draw sticks 'til the shoes fit, wanna draw lines in the sand now
'Til a handshake turn to kick rocks and a bad day turn to handouts
I got seven rooms in my damn crib, you wanna talk sh**, then f**ing leave a message
Turn on every read receipt so when I don't reply you still get the message
'Bout to drop me an album soon cause them seven songs ain't enough records
'Bout to be like eighteen, all brand new, college freshman
[Outro: Cyrus]
Alright, alright
We should just enjoy ourselves
We should just enjoy ourselves
Alright, yeah
So do it for a million, for a hundred million dollars
Would you do, would you do
Would you do it for a million, for a hundred million dollars
October 28 (x4)