[Verse 1]
Another night in the shallow water
Finding depths in a hollow bottle and a model body not a V12
Seats leather they heating well
Eating well 'cause I'm well spoken
Your bell's broken mine's ringing off
Kit the cat but can't break 'em off
Kinda torn I can't take 'em all
Learn ya something might do you good if you knew the way you'd find dues to pay
Who's the realest?
Lately I put the I in realest I just don't have the time to feel it
You just don't have the grind to k** it
Keeping track of these bills is hard
Who's the Russell and who's the Walton it ain't all black and white
Shades of grey in my hazel eyes I don't cry behind them I ride with mine in mind
Mine is mine and mine blowing up and my ride or die might go parachute
So f** your feelings and f** your boo I might f** her too then go ghost on her
I'm the one who does most honor
Mulan with that rouge on and dope cosigners
Grab the wheel with no ghost riders
Imma write em obituaries
Coldest booming in January
Born again back in 94 in my past life I was a half life and then a crack pipe and then an ancient King now I'm back and still k**ing things like uh
[Hook]
Grip the clutch
Drip to flood
Mister what
Pimping strut
Grip the clutch
Drip to flood
Mister what
Flip it up (yeah)
I am so far from the way I was
Still I feel young with my sleeves rolled up
Leaves on the ground did the seasons change?
Only see green when I need that rain
I am so far from the way I was
Still I feel young with my sleeves rolled up
Leaves on the ground did the seasons change?
Only see green when I need that rain, that rain
[Verse 2]
But let's get back to topic
'Cause all your top picks are dropping sh** and then head to the Sixers
Those losing records find new perspectives so rude to mention your crew right next mine
Who's the next in line?
Who's been texting my line and talking bout lies and walking past signs
I'm talking my p's and off of my q's
I'm high on that p**y power no booze when if and I choose to rip then I do then lift the mic too and hit the right cue and grip the right tool and switch the rhyme up
Pa** and hit the right blunt
Feeling brave when I'm chiefing
Think tonight she might cut
But if she don't then no worries
I am not the one hurried
I am not the one quick to run when you see me now it looks blurry very early
To call to game
Looking now and it's all the same
Artists now are like forgers
Sketchy characters draw the same
Crew been running tight quarters
Investments all in right order
Rapping like I struck oil
Platinum plans that you foiled
Think about it you foiled
Y'all candy rappers in the lunchroom
Can't be acting like touch fouls when you lose your head way too much soon but I'm poised
[Hook]
Grip the clutch
Drip to flood
Mister what
Pimping strut
Grip the clutch
Drip to flood
Mister what
Flip it up (yeah)
I am so far from the way I was
Still I feel young with my sleeves rolled up
Leaves on the ground did the seasons change?
Only see green when I need that rain
I am so far from the way I was
Still I feel young with my sleeves rolled up
Leaves on the ground did the seasons change?
Only see green when I need that rain, that rain
[Skit]
(Voicemail:)
"Oh shocker it's your f**ing voicemail. I know you see me calling and texting you Matt. You can't ignore me forever. You know what, don't even bother. I'm f**ing done. Bye."