Yeah Never thought I'd be talking from this perspective But, I'm not really sure what else you expected When the higher-ups have all come together as a collective With conspiracies to end my run and send me a message 40, did you get the message? 'Cause I just checked my phone and I didn't get it I mean, I say hats off for a solid effort But we didn't flinch for a second, we got our shit together Yeah, not here to fight wars But niggas wanna talk high scores PARTY just dipped off in a white Porsche And I just came from dinner where I ate some well-done seared scallops That were to die for But I got bigger fish to fry I'm talkin' bigger shit than you and I Kids are losin' lives, got me scared of losing mine And if I hold my tongue about it, I get crucified Wrote this shit on a bumpy flight on a summer night Flyin' over Chattanooga, out here tryin' to spread the movement I just got me the Mercedes Pullman You niggas never heard of it, you gotta hit up Google Back in the city, shit is getting brutal These kids'll hit your noodle then take a girl to the movies They've been dropping out on both sides We ain't in it, we just ghost ride The pen is working if you niggas need some ghost lines I thought you wanted yours like I want mine I guess you just making moves on your own time But just know it'll be January in no time And your absence is very concerning It's like you went on vacation with no plan of returning Shit is purely for sport, I need a 30 for 30 Banners are ready in case we need to retire your jersey, yeah I got a club in the Raptors arena Championships, celebrations during regular seasons Paternity testin' for women that I never slept with I'm legally obligated if they request it So much legal action like I'm Michael Jackson Luckily, I'm great at avoidin' distraction Used to give no reaction, now I'm overreactin' Ah nigga, that shit gotta go platinum I just listened to Closer To My Dreams Wide eyed and uneducated at 19 I can't rap like that, all young and naive Not after all of the shit I've seen and the things I believe Drastically changing, thank you for all your patience I'm just in a different space and I choose to embrace it Four thousand square feet just isn't as spacious You loved me back in the basement, guess it is what we make it I'm tired of awkward exchanges and nigga's crooked ways Tired of champagne toasts with people that look away Peyton and Eli when niggas called me they brother the season start And I don't wanna see you end up with nothing Y'all throw the word "family" around too much in discussion Rookie season, I would've never thought this was coming They knees give out and they passing to you all of a sudden Now you the one getting buckets They put their arm around you, now you becoming the crutches Kids got on your number 'cause you the one they look up to And women that you seen on TV look better in person And either they wanna fuck you or convince you That they care to see where it goes from there, but These ain't the girls from Brampton, this ain't that local action The haters just bringing me and my people closer, actually What happened to the things you niggas said was supposed to happen? Are we just supposed to ignore the fact that it never happened? We just supposed to get the pie and then split it in two? Supposed to forget your mistakes but not forget about you? My plan was always to make the product jump off the shelf And treat the money like secrets, keep that shit to ourselves Papi champú, young pablito de seis dios 6 G-O-D, I think I Was destined for this shit when I was 'round Keyshia Cole and T.I And Young Dro was popping off with Ain't I Way before niggas had they hands out like they doing macarena But who am I to complain now, I'm still around, they know Yeah

(SME, T-Turn It Up) You ready Let's do it Gang huh, gang uh Yeah huh, Yeah huh, Yeah huh, Yeah huh, Yeah huh, Yeah huh, Yeah huh, Yeah huh, Yeah huh, Yeah huh, (Let that Nigga know) Yeah huh Aye Knocking at your door uh Knocking at your door uh Who the fuck that is Mr. OZUKO aye Knocking at your door uh Knocking at your door uh Who the fuck that is, you already know it's Ozuko Aye Step up in your crib Step up on your shit Sending seven bullets to your dog like Mike Vick Omnicron I'm so sick I'm the shit, bitch I'm him Asking questions ion know shit Nigga what's up nigga turned bitch gang Bitch I don't miss hey Bitch I don't miss aye 30 something hits bitch and I still ain't miss yuh Bitch I can't miss huh, bitch I can't miss uh 30 something hits bitch and I still ain't miss hey Tip tip tip tip toe through yo' crib aye Tip tip tip tip toe through yo' crib uh Lil bitch suck me up now she need a bib Bitch I'm that Nigga bitch I'm sliding off the rip Aye No face ID on my phone Bitch you can't see me bitch on John Cena mode aye I don't give a fuck bitch I'm Mr. OZUKO aye Hm When I shoot bitch I'm knocking off your nose hey Tip tip tip tip toe thru yo' crib aye Tip tip tip tip toe thru yo' crib aye Lil bitch suck me up, now she need a bib hmm Bitch I'm that Nigga bitch I'm sliding off the rip, aye Off the rip, off the rip aye 30 for 30 ESPN, told you I don't miss yuh I don't miss huh bitch I don't miss aye 30 for 30 ESPN told you I don't miss I don't miss Gang, Yeah Gang, Gang, Gang, Yeah, Gang, Hey, Gang, Yuh Aye Yuh, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, Bitch Need to stop playing with me nigga, gang

I'm nervous, so nervous I overeat I lack a purpose And I'm only scratching the surface And I'm not shelved 'Cause sex sells But how long 'til I'm cancelled This is 30, fucking 30 I'm still here I'm still dirty I made it, I'm a flower I don't sleep, I don't shower I masturbate twice every hour (haha, that's fucking disgusting) And my band's sick 'Cause my head's sick (yeah, okay) I get drunk and I'm reckless Stalk my Twitter, stan my bullshit This is 30 Something is wrong with me Ah, ah, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Hahahahaha So raise up your glasses to going out of fashion To acronyms, sex cams and social distractions 'Cause everything's changing, and I don't know shit about shit I'm older, I've got wrinkles I still complain, I get pimples I miss when everything was simple The sex passed too fast I ask, how long did your ex last? I'm fucking worthless I'm unhappy This is 30 Yeah! Ah, ah, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah So get off your asses and take down the masses Socialists, fascists, the world is all plastic 'Cause everyone fakes it But they don't know shit about shit You treat me like a baby Forgive me when I'm wrong You love me when I'm crazy I'm alright, but I hate that song You treat me like a baby Forgive me when I'm wrong You love me when I'm crazy You know my only wish is for a better life Don't treat me like a baby And fight me when I'm wrong Slap me when I'm crazy I'm alright, but I hate that song