[Verse 1]
Sorry not sorry the boy is back in the building
He feelin' himself he pouring Corgiac in the building
Excuse me for not applauding we all up in feeling
I just feel like most of these artists aren't appealing to me
Young T, Mister Olay Free, I'm in the sauce like bolognese
Niggas still bitching, the gun still singing and my gun still singing to them niggas like Do-Re-Mi
So lit I take a pic for a 4K fee
Tell a bitch that I'm the shit, piss, throw-up, pee
Threesomin' hoes got them yelling "Hold up T
-you gon get in my hair", I'm like "so what B?"
I go New York on em', I got a new talk for em'
Niggas want beef, trust me I got a new fork for em'
I'm flying a Brooklyn bitch, right outta Newark for em'
New Jersey I'm getting money motherfucker you heard me
When I heard the term 6, I wasn't used to the shit
I dropped The New Toronto, I wasn't new to this shit
I know I'm not wrong for making lucrative shit
But, niggas all offended by my views of the 6
When it came to boy, I said that he was a fan
Say the same thing, I said that he was a fan
Tried to do the same, returning the same stamp
But I just can't fall, wherever I fall nigga I land
You seen it, baller alert, main news nigga
Holding off west like I'm Ye's room nigga
These blogs talk about me like a trade room nigga
I feel like I got the keys to The Shade Room nigga
C'mon, shit done changed, the chicks done changed
Chest, the titties, the ass on my chicks done changed
Went from a 1.6 to a 6 something Range
Gotta understand the life from which one came
I was taught drop harder, be the kid and drop cars where the girls will give you brain and even catch the smart water
And I ain't even stressing y'all father, when I'm say that I'm y'all father I can get how that can make you all bothered
So much money they just okay me
Out the womb I told the doctor "nigga don't play me"
My hoes never say nothing they just okay me
I keep the K right between em' like OKC
Please, the young boy has got the remedy down
If you ain't with us, you a op and you an enemy now
Boss nigga calling shots like I'm Penny Liddell
I hit them bitches that you never see at 70 down
Look, 2Pac back, my two Glocks strapped, with two pop bitches fucking in the U-Haul track
I'm so jazzy nigga I could bring the crew long lack
I'm so jazzy nigga I could bring juke talk back
Wait, tell you what to do just like a surgeon
I go, fly in that pussy just like a carpet
Backwood, smoking excuse me for the cigar scent
Dark tint, roll up on niggas so I can avoid all the nonsense
Please, people know that I'm coming shit me
Competition know I'm coming shit free
And this shit is ironic that the outcome and look the album is this summer sixteen
Sorry not sorry the boy is back in the building
He feelin' himself he pouring Corgiac in the building
Excuse me for not applauding we all up in feeling
I just feel like most of these artists aren't appealing to me
Young T, Mister Olay Free, I'm in the sauce like bolognese
Niggas still bitching, the gun still singing and my gun still singing to them niggas like Do-Re-Mi
So lit I take a pic for a 4K fee
Tell a bitch that I'm the shit, piss, throw-up, pee
Threesomin' hoes got them yelling "Hold up T
-you gon get in my hair", I'm like "so what B?"
I go New York on em', I got a new talk for em'
Niggas want beef, trust me I got a new fork for em'
I'm flying a Brooklyn bitch, right outta Newark for em'
New Jersey I'm getting money motherfucker you heard me
When I heard the term 6, I wasn't used to the shit
I dropped The New Toronto, I wasn't new to this shit
I know I'm not wrong for making lucrative shit
But, niggas all offended by my views of the 6
When it came to boy, I said that he was a fan
Say the same thing, I said that he was a fan
Tried to do the same, returning the same stamp
But I just can't fall, wherever I fall nigga I land
You seen it, baller alert, main news nigga
Holding off west like I'm Ye's room nigga
These blogs talk about me like a trade room nigga
I feel like I got the keys to The Shade Room nigga
C'mon, shit done changed, the chicks done changed
Chest, the titties, the ass on my chicks done changed
Went from a 1.6 to a 6 something Range
Gotta understand the life from which one came
I was taught drop harder, be the kid and drop cars where the girls will give you brain and even catch the smart water
And I ain't even stressing y'all father, when I'm say that I'm y'all father I can get how that can make you all bothered
So much money they just okay me
Out the womb I told the doctor "nigga don't play me"
My hoes never say nothing they just okay me
I keep the K right between em' like OKC
Please, the young boy has got the remedy down
If you ain't with us, you a op and you an enemy now
Boss nigga calling shots like I'm Penny Liddell
I hit them bitches that you never see at 70 down
Look, 2Pac back, my two Glocks strapped, with two pop bitches fucking in the U-Haul track
I'm so jazzy nigga I could bring the crew long lack
I'm so jazzy nigga I could bring juke talk back
Wait, tell you what to do just like a surgeon
I go, fly in that pussy just like a carpet
Backwood, smoking excuse me for the cigar scent
Dark tint, roll up on niggas so I can avoid all the nonsense
Please, people know that I'm coming shit me
Competition know I'm coming shit free
And this shit is ironic that the outcome and look the album is this summer sixteen
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