I was grabbing drinks with a rapper I don't name-drop and shit But I could've had all of his fans If I stayed on that shit I could've freestyled more I coulda been conscience instead But I could see it on his face There ain't no passion in it left And I realize how could there be passion or excitement 'bout the music When he's been doing the same shit for all those years, I tried some new shit Then a kid approached, didn't recognize me, but he did bro He asked my bro to take a picture He looked annoyed and told him: No I pray I ain't gon' turn bitter Mom just paid the 3rd sitter Worked too late to serve dinner Then my dad lost the love of his life and his work with her Funny thing when parents lose They always raise the worst winners I gotta brag about this shit And rap about the vast amount of grassy mountains In the back of the massive house I'm backing out of it shit Elementary school I'm acting out and shit I was 12 using a kitchen knife to get the black and mild to split We use to pass around a spliff like life was hard on us My friends were older than me And they were the ones who started young I told my homie break up with his girl at 21 And now he 23 with a bachelor degree Not the Harvard one Emotionally I'm guarded up But I'm not biased to love I was seeing that girl for 19ish months I remember her being frustrated Like why I didn't buy her much stuff She brought up that Jewish stereotype and I had enough It ain't because I'm Jewish I don't like you enough Baruch atah, adonai, you a dub I barely carry cash I grew up fast I send a zelle to my bitch Wire her money for the shirt, bag, shoes another shirt, bag, shoes in case she a need a switch So many wires on my girl She almost feel like a snitch Let's not applaud your independence Like you boys had a choice You woulda sign, failed like Kramer, Elane and George That's why you ain't get an offer, I'm sure Enough said Feature requests in my DM Get sent then unsent Then sent then unsent Then sent then unsent They tried to tell me I fell off But whoever's on, it on my dick I rather lose fans then lose myself I don't chase views I chase how I view myself I do it myself And thank everybody like it was just them 'Cause I don't need another ego boost I'm blessed They got zero clue I'm next I slurp some pino through the stress And I don't need no group of friends They always turn left on me Like that key hole to my fence You know in AA, they make the sober people do those steps? I could probably make 'em relapse Just by sniffing the casamigos through my breath You boys are keto to the bread And my shit tinted So every window feel like a peephole to the Benz If this was a race, I'd be the cheat code I'd have medals over my head Just like I'm teezo I was a teen I didn't rap like a teen though So when I was getting big love from primo I wonder if he knew I wasn't born until after Biggie was murdered They would tell me I remind 'em of some of the greatest of all time And I'd pretend like I had heard of 'em But I ain't heard of 'em I didn't know a Kool G rap song until I worked with him I couldn't name a Wu Tang song until I did a show with 'em But MF Doom, Wayne and Ye are the reason I'm the chosen one Season up the flow a touch You're dry and uninspired as the next man We tired, get a writer to impress fans Or hire few more liars to be yes-man He speak on me but secretly admires like the bread brand And I can tell Dummy Never too different Goldie