Man, I guess it all worked out
I’m gettin’ to it like clockwork now
My haters clocked in, they all burned out
They talk s**t, but it’s my turn now
And it should’ve been my first route
Young Tiller, what the f**k was you worried about?
Who was talkin’ all that s**t? I’ma bury them now
I’ma tell it like it is, I’m airin’ ’em out
But when I think about it, I should be blurrin’ ’em out
You can’t be in this picture, no certain, no how
Man, these ni**as, they don’t even deserve the clout
I got real ni**as all in my circle now
I’m in the hills with a shawty, she workin’ out
Right by the pool, and I got business mergers now
I love the view and I ain’t trippin’ off [birdies?] now
I kinda knew this s**t was comin’
I’m learnin’ how, how to manifest
I can’t stress it enough, gal
You don’t believe in yourself, you won’t get nothin’ at all
But when you pleadin’ for help, you won’t gettin’ nothin’ at all
You ni**as greedy, and this is not one for all
This industry full of lames and a bunch of fraud ni**as
So don’t ask me why Ion’t f**k with y’all ni**as
But I got Swan with me, and Richie and PARTY
And then Chase Roll, Angela, Mike in Atlanta
But I know if I call him, he gon’ answer then
We all family, T R A P S O U L, we at the GRAMMYs, yeah
Rap flows, but I’m cool like Sammi, yeah
I think it’s clear why they don’t understand me
I took the L’s that these ni**as wanted to hand me
And humbly, I fell back, makin’ a plan for me
To comeback healthy
I don’t know what held me back for so long
But look now
Man, I guess it all worked out
I’m gettin’ to it like clockwork now
My haters clocked in, they all burned out
They talk s**t, but it’s my turn now
And it should’ve been my first route
Young Tiller, what the f**k was you worried about?
Who was talkin’ all that s**t? I’ma bury them now
I’ma tell it like it is, I’m airin’ ’em out
Matter of fact, I put this s**t in the furnace now
So don’t be comin’ to me with all that word to mouth
I got the flame and they sayin’ it’s burnin’ out
But if I light the s**t again, I’m burnin’ it down
I’ma write a hit again, I’m writin’ it now
I really couldn’t give a f**k ’bout who likin’ me now
I’m the guy that these critics is writin’ about
But what I’m writin worth a milli’, how could you feel me?
Can’t n***a, I don’t care how you rank a n***a
I blessed you, you really should be thankin’ a n***a
I made your favorite rapper bring his A-game with him
And his A-game still can’t hang with ’em
F**k a hater and whoever came with him
And this is to whoever lost faith in him
Can’t tell me that, “Tiller ain’t great,” n***a
I got the fire on the way, better wait, n***a
Goddamn
I guess it all worked out
I’m gettin’ to it like clockwork now
My haters clocked in, they all burned out
They talk s**t, but it’s my turn now
And it should’ve been my first route
Young Tiller, what the f**k was you worried about?
Who was talkin’ all that s**t? I’ma bury them now
I’ma tell it like it is, I’m airin’ ’em out