[Verse 1]
Most rappers these days don't have no sh** to say
I can admit, I'm usually one of them, it isn't okay
We contemplate every day, laying down with the bae
Down at the bay, never late, watching the sun rise, so pretty
But that sh**'s fake, I took a break, my music wasn't that great
I wanted to make everybody proud, didn't want to receive no hate
But instead, all my stuff went straight under the radar
Even a feature with Taylor didn't get the views to scale up
A.B.O.V.E. was some real sh** for the first time in a while
Granted, it wasn't my best track but it was still f**ing wild
I keep promising a mixtape by the summer, mark my word
Cause if it don't release, that sh** would be straight out absurd
I just want to take my time with it, don't wanna rush it out
Like my old stuff, I was having doubts all the way throughout
I promise this tape will be great, hopefully it'll be worth the wait
And if it ain't, you got my word, I will quit rapping that day
Looking back at Deadline, f**ing redline, seriously, I was acting real blind
Y'all were not inclined, I was confined to the date I f**ing designed
No f**ing time to rewind, no going behind, walking over all those streetlines
I'm not a p**y, not no feline, can't catch me staring at the streetlights
[Hook]
I just don't know what to do, no, baby
Everyday, you acting awful crazy
I miss all the good times, none, oh, lately
Have you checked the time yet, you could save me
It's been a minute, yeah
It's been a minute, yeah
It's been a minute, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's been a minute, yeah
It's been a minute, yeah
It's been a minute, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Alright, let's get one thing straight, I'm not a criminal thug
I'm not the guy that's waving weapons, tellin' you to put your hands up
I'm just a normal guy, struggling adjusting to college life
I'm almost 18, I really don't live a crazy life
Rappers exaggerate, saying they've seen real sh**
They haven't done half of what they're all claiming to witness
No shots fired, I'm just trying to tell the f**ing truth, b**h
Don't send no texts, no f**ing threats, no way to disprove all this sh**
Cause I got the club going up on a Tuesday
Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy
Cause I got the club going up on a Tuesday
Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy
You've heard that before, right? (Yeah) Did I write that line or not? (Nah)
That sh** happens all the time, no consequences, just f** it
And that's what they're all like, every single goddamn day
And if you can prove me wrong, my name won't end in f**ing Rae
[Bridge + Hook x2]