[Verse 1]
Yeah, man
Every time this depression come around, I can't get a grip on it
The devil tempted the floor, I slipped on it
Man, my cup runneth over with drama, I sipped on it
Get in the way of my drive, like I parked the whip on it, yeah
See, I got pain, if she want me, gotta lay it on her
Bitter bitches out there wishin' that I waited longer
My wife step out to the weddin' as they playin' Lana
If life a bitch, I just pray she ain't the maid of honor
I came out so many battles likе I was made of armor
Took the birds out the coupе and made 'em pay the farmer
They tried to come for my charms, good thing I ain't a charmer
Left them boys charred and dismembered, I call it "payin' karma"
See, gettin' money in my genes, that's my true religion
My homie wanna do business, he sick of doin' dishes
They fired me from KFC, guess I was too ambitious
To be in the kitchen with the flour, tryna move a chicken
I wonder what my co-workers think of this newer mission
If goin' back to where I came from didn't make me superstitious
I'd probably hit that drive-thru up in this new edition
Just to show 'em, when you self-made, it's too delicious
All that doubt made it bittersweet
So many homies along the way thought I'd miss a beat
I mean, we came into this bitch, we was seven deep
Six of them boys slept on me, that's why I never sleep
Five in the mornin', my eyes wide, tryna get a brief
Case of money, you got a case of the jealousy
Should get a case, I done slayed so many melodies
Can't go to Canada no more 'cause all these felonies
I cut some people out the circle 'cause they ain't align
Wanted my spot, but they hustle ain't the same as mine
I think they thought that they would come back at a later time
Realized that that wasn't gon' happen, now they hate online
Man, all that shade fall on deaf ears
Let them people tell you that you right, you still missin' what you left here
They ask me how winnin' taste, I say, "chef's kiss"
You ever come to my birthday, you got a death wish
I elevated my stance to watch the paper dance
Why every time I see somebody from my past
They tell me they down bad but comin' up, they got major plans
Then ask me for a hand out, bruh, there ain't a chance
I made this off the arm strong like my name was "Lance"
Givin' CDs away when nobody gave a glance
Now these label executives out here, shakin' hands
Promisin' that major advance
But I know what come with that paperwork, they stealin' your dreams
Tell you that they doin' marketin', they fakin' your streams
Then you wonder why your hype never big as it seems
You go to book a tour and no one there to fill up the seats
Now you gon' struggle to recoup, plus you got all them bills due on the coupe
And you can't go get a job, your homies say you the truth
And in your eyes, a 9-to-5 lower than you can stoop
Man, you smokin' more than Snoop, your pressure is at the roof
Yeah, man
Every time this depression come around, I can't get a grip on it
The devil tempted the floor, I slipped on it
Man, my cup runneth over with drama, I sipped on it
Get in the way of my drive, like I parked the whip on it, yeah
See, I got pain, if she want me, gotta lay it on her
Bitter bitches out there wishin' that I waited longer
My wife step out to the weddin' as they playin' Lana
If life a bitch, I just pray she ain't the maid of honor
I came out so many battles likе I was made of armor
Took the birds out the coupе and made 'em pay the farmer
They tried to come for my charms, good thing I ain't a charmer
Left them boys charred and dismembered, I call it "payin' karma"
See, gettin' money in my genes, that's my true religion
My homie wanna do business, he sick of doin' dishes
They fired me from KFC, guess I was too ambitious
To be in the kitchen with the flour, tryna move a chicken
I wonder what my co-workers think of this newer mission
If goin' back to where I came from didn't make me superstitious
I'd probably hit that drive-thru up in this new edition
Just to show 'em, when you self-made, it's too delicious
All that doubt made it bittersweet
So many homies along the way thought I'd miss a beat
I mean, we came into this bitch, we was seven deep
Six of them boys slept on me, that's why I never sleep
Five in the mornin', my eyes wide, tryna get a brief
Case of money, you got a case of the jealousy
Should get a case, I done slayed so many melodies
Can't go to Canada no more 'cause all these felonies
I cut some people out the circle 'cause they ain't align
Wanted my spot, but they hustle ain't the same as mine
I think they thought that they would come back at a later time
Realized that that wasn't gon' happen, now they hate online
Man, all that shade fall on deaf ears
Let them people tell you that you right, you still missin' what you left here
They ask me how winnin' taste, I say, "chef's kiss"
You ever come to my birthday, you got a death wish
I elevated my stance to watch the paper dance
Why every time I see somebody from my past
They tell me they down bad but comin' up, they got major plans
Then ask me for a hand out, bruh, there ain't a chance
I made this off the arm strong like my name was "Lance"
Givin' CDs away when nobody gave a glance
Now these label executives out here, shakin' hands
Promisin' that major advance
But I know what come with that paperwork, they stealin' your dreams
Tell you that they doin' marketin', they fakin' your streams
Then you wonder why your hype never big as it seems
You go to book a tour and no one there to fill up the seats
Now you gon' struggle to recoup, plus you got all them bills due on the coupe
And you can't go get a job, your homies say you the truth
And in your eyes, a 9-to-5 lower than you can stoop
Man, you smokin' more than Snoop, your pressure is at the roof
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