Second Call Bryson Tiller

[Interlude / Skit: Bryson Tiller & Bryson Tiller's Future self]
Yo
Alright, bro
Yeah, ha, yeah
My bad, my bad, I'm fuckin' with it
Easy
You got better, you got better at rappin' for sure but, yo
Thank you, thank you, what's up?
What's up with that singin' shit, nigga? Wait, you been rappin' the whole tape so far, bro, it's Killer Instinct, man, we need some of them fuckin' vocals
I'ma, I'ma get to it, bro, I just, it's the singin' shit be takin' me a little longer
Yeah, bro, don't be forgetting 'bout your R&B fans, bro, feed 'em
Yeah, man, I feel it, but man, fuck—, man, I'm just doin' me right now, man, chill out
What you mean, chill out, nigga? I'm you in the future
And you should probably listen to what the fuck I got to say
I, I feel you, bro, but like my whole next album is just me singin', bro, I gotta—, I'm just kinda havin' fun right now
Alright, so, give 'em a little bit of the singin' shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
You ain't even really gotta do too much, just—, just a couple little songs and then you know, we'll let you go, get back to your album
Alright... I'ma send you somethin'
Ayy, look, look, man, I'm not hatin' on your rap shit, bro
And I don't mean to lecture you
But listen, man, look, when it's—
You gotta remember of how you came—, hello?