[Verse 1: Blimes]
My game getting hot
Like a latte with the foam
I been around the globe, yeah
But, Mama, I'm coming home
The FaceTime is money
I got a schedule for my phone
My baseline ain't budging, nah
So take ya budget head on home
Look, I been writing and living this
Y'all are just ventriloquists
You don't really live for it
No handles, need to get a grip
No candles, never get 'em lit
I'll call em out, we on they heads like pigeon shit
We hittin' targets, then we aiming again
It was written, saw it coming like a change in the wind
Y'all at practice, you just playing pretend
Nowadays, we don't play 'til the payment is in, amen
[Refrain]
I worked my hands to the bone to get here
No one showed me the ropes, I learned 'em on my own
No miracles, no smoke, no mirrors
I took my time and turned it into gold
My game getting hot
Like a latte with the foam
I been around the globe, yeah
But, Mama, I'm coming home
The FaceTime is money
I got a schedule for my phone
My baseline ain't budging, nah
So take ya budget head on home
Look, I been writing and living this
Y'all are just ventriloquists
You don't really live for it
No handles, need to get a grip
No candles, never get 'em lit
I'll call em out, we on they heads like pigeon shit
We hittin' targets, then we aiming again
It was written, saw it coming like a change in the wind
Y'all at practice, you just playing pretend
Nowadays, we don't play 'til the payment is in, amen
[Refrain]
I worked my hands to the bone to get here
No one showed me the ropes, I learned 'em on my own
No miracles, no smoke, no mirrors
I took my time and turned it into gold
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