Ayo, Eli, what the fuck? They say that a young nigga a problem They don't know what to do with me I know you stay with a shotta, but I keep like two with me Pull up and we drenchin' your spot up, better tuck your jewelry Last nigga got his top bust, tell the opps get used to this She likin' the way I maneuver He ain't move right, so we left his madula Try to run up, you was too stuck Why would you think I ain't come with a ruler? With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new blunt With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new one (ayy, AR) Whole 'nother opp in the air, it's a new one (that's a new one) Hell no, we ain't stressin' no bitch 'round here, get a new one (treesha) I seen them guns in your videos When you gon' use one? (Boom, boom, boom) You said I switched, and I changed But you're really the fool one (hold on) But you're really the fool one Run up in your spot masked up, we gon' shoot up, blaow (blaow) And if you fuck with them niggas That mean you a loser (that mean you a loser, bitch) Front line, everybody gon' ride, 26, we shooters (that's 26O) Had to Amiri them runners, we ain't wearin' no Pumas (Amiri, Amiri), we ain't wearin' no I was just locked in that cell eatin' tuna Now they love how a nigga maneuver Niggas ain't really on shit, make a fool of ya Learned how to shoot by myself, no tutor Prime time bitch, but I'll probably get your Maybach parked Money on my head, but it's way too short (too short) You left me in jail, it was way too dark (huh?) Anytime a nigga see me, they gon' see sparks Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin' We got more weapons than your gang If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah That boy is gonna see his grave (Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin') (We got more weapons than your gang) (If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah) (That boy is gonna see his grave) AR Drippin' off, bitch, you know what my fit cost Me and my niggas is ready to ball (yes), like we up at the tip-off Lift off, get 'em gang (boom), like is you ready to lift off? (Boom, boom) Bitches be goin' (bitches be goin'), they be fuckin' the clique off I can't fuck if she don't get my dick hard (at all) That ain't foreigns, you wearin' those rip-offs (those rip-offs) Four pound, kickback like a kickoff (boom) Boy, I'm someone you don't wanna piss off (AR), hol' on They always say, "AR was gon' excel" (uh-huh) D.E. make 'em flip like Nextel (boom, boom) Check his Facebook, we lookin' for, "Get well" (get well) How you up on the 'Gram and can't make bail? (Huh?) That's crazy (that's crazy) If you get locked up, don't say me (at all) If we good, just don't tweak with KG (no way) Want a feature? Pay me Got 2 K's, come play me (come play me) Off D'USSÉ, feelin' wavy (I'm wavy) Got guns, like the Navy (like the Navy, bitch) Got guns, like the, look Fuck that, we got chops like Iran (like Iran) Bet you can't name a time that I ran (never) Move back (move back), if he woo from the ville I'm won't woo back (what?), shoot that I was totin', and he should've knew that (grrt, bah) He approached me, and I blew that, bah (grrt, AR) They say that a young nigga a problem They don't know what to do with me I know you stay with a shotta, but I keep like two with me Pull up and we drenchin' your spot up, better tuck your jewelry Last nigga got his top bust, tell the opps get used to this She likin' the way I maneuver He ain't move right, so we left his madula Try to run up, you was too stuck Why would you think I ain't come with a ruler? With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new blunt With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new one (ayy, AR) (Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin') (We got more weapons than your gang) (If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah) (That boy is gonna see his grave) (Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin') (We got more weapons than your gang) (If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah) (That boy is gonna see his grave, yeah-yeah)

Cruisin' through the universe (Cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin') Cruisin' through the universe (Cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin') Cruisin' through the universe (Cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin') Cruisin' through the universe (Cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin') Cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin' Cruisin' through the universe in my spaceship 'Cause Earth girls nowadays too basic Face it, look in the mirror, embrace it You're a thot What up, what up? I've been in the cut I don't give a fuck what's up, I feel it in my gut (Yeah, ayy) Shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam, I don't give a damn Fuck the norm, liquor got me feelin' warm I'm headed to space with my team in a fleet of flyin' submarines Submerge a hundred years into the atlas, then we're clean When we surfaced, there was no need for money purchases But my Wiz still has Chanel purses I had a solid gold diamond encrusted book The sole purpose was to hold important verses Claustrophobic, they tried to bound me in COVID But my strand of DNA, it can not be decoded I told y'all this, put those laser guns away Before I black out and take your whole sun away My star cruiser with a flux motor, vodka with the club soda Ice in the cup holder, Bobby be that type of soldier That I wouldn't fuck over, turn to a supernova The rap Galactus, five emcees my daily quota My shuttle's a dream house, spa with a steam room Pool with a logo and backyard is a screenin' room Lookin' out my window, every view is a scenic view They say life's a dream, I say that you could dream it too Logic, Logic, yo They say life is but a dream, but I say that you could dream it too Yo, Logic, wake up What, what, what? Yo, it's like four o' clock We gotta go pick up Castro, you're performin' tonight Oh shit, alright, uh, but can we get some food first? I'm fuckin' hungry as shit Hell yeah, I'm starvin' Yo, throw me the keys Yo, Lenny, I just had the craziest dream, bro About what? Yo, I was on a song with the fuckin' RZA, man It was crazy and weird, I— I can't really remember it Oh shit, yo, I'll meet you in the car, I gotta piss first Oh, alright, cool Hey, you know what would be really crazy? If you got the whole Clan on a song one day Haha, yeah, right, Lenny Gotta get out this basement first

Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'mma die alone Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone People calling me, asking me for money, man The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool Aid Skipping school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two days Running from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em all Bumping Triple Six Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks Who the bitch riding with me? Man, the devil tryna get me Motivated, under-educated, and hated But finally getting cake like a happy belated Bitch I made it, we on Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it Write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it Feel like I've been waiting forever, forever to inherit This is war, I declare it Time is money, I can't spare it Futuristic, so simplistic Please decipher my linguistics Slow it down, Robitussin I'm the king, ain't no discussion And now we blowing up like spontaneous human combustion My consumption is the illest Section eight, I know you feel this On the come up, where they run up on you for nothing at all Brighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds? EBT, that's the card I thank God, I thank God, but it's hard, but it's hard Work so fucking much my greates fear is imma die alone Every diamond in my chain yeah thats a milestone People calling me asking me for money man The only thing imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone God damn, god damn, we at it again Me and my homies that know me blowing up like the Taliban Yeah, my stress up, but I'm blessed up Fuck around and get messed up When I murder the rhyme, I'm living divine You know that I'm one of a kind Lemme get it right now, ho Draped up and I'm dripped out, right now, ho Caked up 'til I cash out and I got 'em all wondering how, so On the down low, haters drown slow On the down low, haters drown slow Oh God, my God, we got it all right Oh God, my God, we gotta get it, right? These fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right? I said these fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right? Tell me that they love me, know damn well that they don't give a fuck I be on that finger flipping killing shit up in the cut That's what's up All these bitches out here tryna gas it up This is everything I ever wanted, I can't pass it up Life changed in a year, couldn't happen fast enough "Can I do it like you do it?" That's what they be asking us White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up Live it up, hold on to your dream, don't ever give it up Finally had my share of success, and shit, I can't get enough Now they know my name through the nation Cause my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations Stacking profit on profit, from this music I'm making Even Jesus had haters, so when you feeling forsaken Tell 'em jealous Judas is who this is, and man, that'll break 'em And bitch I'm still the same Dash of auto tune so y'all can feel the pain Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name Chasing fame, chasing glory, 'til the day we make a story Positive that life ain't mine, bitch you can take that shit to Maury Work so fucking much my greates fear is imma die alone Every diamond in my chain yeah thats a milestone People calling me asking me for money man The only thing imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone (Hello, no one is available to take your call) I been working hard, I been searching for God I been working hard, I been searching for God (Please leave a message after the tone) Little brother, this is your sister, you're busy, I get you But I insist you call me back cause I miss you I wish you well, well, I wish you would call Cause lately you feel like I'm just not your sister at all, all I'm sorry for calling and balling, I'm all in And I feel like I'm falling lately, it feel like my children hate me You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me And lately I, I feel more like mommy, I know I'm me, but still You always seemed to pick up the phone and somehow I feel Better, but you been answering me lesser and lesser So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I'm gone As as for he left and he ain't coming back I hate the man, if I see him I swear I tell him that No longer cooking crack in my kitchen, cutting, selling that He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back I been working hard, I been searching for God I can feel the Devil around me as they all applaud Promise you won't forget me, that you'll always be with me And even when you gone I can call whenever he hit me Under pressure, I've been feeling under pressure Hey, son, this is your father, don't mean to bother How are you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya Tried to call ya, where are ya? And Paris, what a beautiful destination And perish right by the Eiffel, come now, please don't be spiteful Of all my small talk, I think we're overdue a long talk When I see kids around the way I say "hey, I'm your dad" It gets me thinking of incredible moments we've had And on the real I'm trying so hard not to bug you But do you think you could stop rapping about my drug use? I'm two years clean, no longer a fiend Yeah, I'm 57, but I feel 19 And I love you I swear, Bobby, I know you're there And when the time is right I know that you gon' take care Of anything I need, of your family Can I have some tickets to your next show? Would you stand with me? Can I have some money for my new honey that's hella fine? I forgot to mention I got divorced from your step-mom My mind going crazy, but I still look hella calm Maybe you could tell beep I've been feeling under pressure Hey, what's up, bro? I didn't want much, man, just calling to see what's going on I know you're busy Dad hit me up, it's his birthday today, but I know you know that Yeah, he calling, he be tryna introduce me to his new chick and stuff, man, I don't know how to handle that I don't wanna tell him like nah, I ain't trying to meet her off top, you know So what you think I should do? Text me, I know you're busy, dawg But he been calling me saying he wanna come down, he wanna bring his new chick and Brenda's like "Damn, he really tryna rock out with his new chick" Cause you know we all talk to Debbie But I don't know, I don't know how to tell him this shit so Just hit me back whenever you got the time, man I know there's more shit on your plate You ain't gotta hit me, dawg, but if you do I'd appreciate it When you back, love you, do your thing Swag RattPack all day, boy Alright, nigga Yeah, dear family, I'm so sorry that I've been distant Everything changed in an instant, my time has been inconsistent I know that you been insisting, I know that birthday I missed it I swore I told my assistant, but I guess my mind is in another place Thoughts often in another world, I started seeing another girl It fell through, man, what a world But I'm so focused on my craft, on employing my staff Such a perfectionist, I can't even finish this draft This letter to the ones I love, the ones that I miss Brothers and sisters that hit me up just to reminisce Meanwhile people outside of my blood asking for favors I don't owe you a fucking thing, you best switch your behavior Truly remarkable how I barely know you, but somehow owe you When you don't even know 'bout the shit I go through We ain't spoken in a while, tell me sister, how your child? Come now, girl, give me a smile, come on, girl, don't do me foul Sorry I ain't call before, but I'm calling you right now I heard that you was popping E, stop resorting to the vile How my mama, how she doing, does she know what I'm pursuing? I ain't talk to her in years, that relationship she ruined But sometimes I wake and wonder just what the fuck I'm doing They say family is everything, I swear that shit the truth I should spend it all with y'all, but I spend it in the booth This is everything I love, this is everything I need Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart it bleed This is everything I love, everything I need Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart bleed Under pressure, I've been feeling under pressure Hey, son, I'm sorry I missed your call today, but I was in an AA meeting A friend of mine was celebrating four years so I couldn't get you right then And then when I called you wouldn't even answer or whatever Just wondering how things are going Jenn and I aren't together anymore Living on my own, you know Anyway, the whole family, even the ones you don't know My sister, some of your aunts that you've never met are very proud of you. Your cousins just love you too. Anyway, son, I love you, I just want you to know that. And just keep grinding, you know. And I don't wanna hear you joining the Illuminati. Then I gotta jail you out. I love you, son. So