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[Intro] For real My social battery is drained, for real, for realJust came from hearin' a lot of niggas cop a lot of pleas, like"Oh brother, you know we— you know we brothers, it's never been nothin'"I'll tell you, sendin' me that owl emoji in my DM ain't gon' mend nothin'Don't try comin' around when the score's back to ten-nothin', for realI don't wanna hear none of that shit [Verse] Look up, turbulent flights, dodgin' cumulus clouds Squares drawn on the line, but we at the root of it now It feels like I gotta lie to even tieSo I don't even know if these are wins or not based on what's suitable nowYou don't even hear me though You put that jacket on anybody, you're funeral bound But like the goal post, I'm out here just movin' around They say conclusions were drawn, but I'm in super denial What is a loss? I'll be damned if I'm losin' it now I'm the golden goose, shakin' things up at Lucian's house I'm in the battlefield really puttin' boots to the ground A booster seat for yourselves and the lies that you tell If Drake took out the AK, maybe he'd be in jailJust based off the name that it spellsWhat they say they just smelled?I heard they got special places in hellFor niggas jokin' about evil when they did it themselves, damn What, y'all thought I was done?Y'all forgot what I done?Y'all forgot about Drake, y'all forgot where I'm from?Y'all forgot if I gave you a hand, you under the thumb Convenient amnesia from all you ballerinasIt doesn't alter what you said or how it made us see youI shouldn't even be shocked to see you in that arenaBecause you always made your career off of switchin' teams up I never got a copy of the newest rulesApparently the title of the book is called, "Fooling Fools" Y'all was ridin' all summer, pedal bars goin' number one And yet y'all tryna tell me who's groomin' whoComb through this hair, before you cut me for a new recruit Before you say, "Toodaloo", off of shit that keep poppin' up on your Google NewsAin't been in the K since I flew the coupe I was on Coulson Ave. with my mama, numbers started goin' through the roof Bentley with the B inside the wings like, "Whoopty Woos"Spinnin' downtown like hula hoops Is it the fair skin or the Jewish roots?Why people wanna not see me on top of the mountain like I do the do Damn, and fuck a Billboard number-one, man, whoopty dooThey riggin' the game, because you fightin' the biggest artist They tryna have me stuck in this position like rigor mortis Turn my back on you just to give you the biggest target They only know your name in the bigger marketsNever in the little markets, B markets, C markets, all of those is D markets You be at the flea market, that's code in the 6ix It means chances, are you takin' a plea bargain? You belong in the pack with some rats like Dean Martin Me, Wayne, and Mack, the Three Amigos, I'm Steve Martin I swear I'm goin' looney over tunes like they green martians, so please stop Memories of where we used to live, but truth be told I can't even see the blockIt's blocked by the tree tops Please stop askin' about what's goin' on with 23 and meI'm a real nigga and he's not, it's in my DNA I could've fell back like the married rapper, but we engagedI told y'all I'm settled in my evil ways These niggas thinkin' that the spot is up for grabs, they'll never see the day To be the number one, you gotta lead the way And to hold somethin' over my head forever, you're still a couple feet away Your insecurities keep spannin' season to season like you Issa Rae Plot twist, the owl never sees the cageThe owl only wakes up to seize the day Talkin' about hidin' the Bible, maybe y'all should read a page Iced-out crosses on they necks, thinkin' Jesus savesWell even if he does, nigga, either wayThe blasphemy you talk let me know that your amazin' grace gon' be delayedYou niggas should be ashamedThe fact you had to bring those talks to get some decent plays, goodness grac—God wanna wipe that lil' smug look right off of your fuckin' face All you really did was cap like uppercase Dodge a troop, but still managed to finally get a hit that let you run a base Niggas sought you out at first You need him, so you out at home now just like a double play As for these other suckers that's tucked awayI'm down to put bills on they faceNo wonder why they been duckin' DrakeBills on they face, no wonder why they been duckin' Drake, ahLet's not even take it to that other place You boys too pussy like double datesRunnin' out the 6ix like you won a race I watched the scouts spazz him with a puzzled faceWho knows which one of his bubble-shaped tings I must've ushered through the double gatesShowed her the time of her life while broski havin' stomach achesHearin' about good times at Lovers LakeAnd send her back to you while you sleep walkin' naked in another stateAh, you'll live to see another dayAnd even if you don't, it's just another dayWe ain't cryin' for your punk ass anyway I'm a 6ix-side renegade for anybody addin' more lemons to the lemonadeSourin' the vibes that I generate I'm sixteen years in the game, this ain't Minute Maid Scrimmagin' with scrubs for the love of the game'Cause I'm unamused, and all the goats are middle-aged And Muggsy Bogues dunked for once, even I'm a bit amazed Yeah, someone give the kid a raise What is it? The braids?Even when I cut 'em, I could never fade I mean, it's Drizzy Drake, like