Love Me Later

Lyrics

[Intro] Yes, indeed, I'm up in this here Let them see l'm walking with purpose Legacy and not interference [Verse 1] When I take one bad step (Yeah) I never let it deter me (No) Yes, it can cause man stress (Yeah) But I never let it determine Where I'm headed, what I've been learning Share my bread, I'm not gonna burn it (Yeah) They'rе quick to jump in my business Wish I could turn these frogs into Kеrmit These eejits doing the bare minimum here and they're gone These lot wearing a Moncler in the sun It's not fair what you're comparing him on These are fairies, I'm like Merlin amongst them It got weird when I got paired with the ones That compose bare repetitive songs Have you ever heard "Cold in the Summer"? It's got more flows and it's like bare minutes long (Yeah) What comes off the top of their heads is cap as always (Woo) Rap is lawless, no code of conduct like back in college Remember the days we'd rap in hallways Like he did that, not speaking facts Man, I swear they're speaking hyperbolic, it's ripe with bollocks Growing in size inside of Dublin But I notice the lies excite the public Yo, I cannot be like them (Bitch) 'cause I know they wanna be like me (Bitch) That's why they wanna pree like ten 'cause I'm who they wanna be high key (Bitch) Yo, they cannot be my friends (Bitch), they only come through for the VIP They spem 'cause they didn't realise then how big I'd be (Bitch) [Chorus] If you don't love me now, don't love me later When I'm a money maker I don't want your spuds Don't want your hugs, I don't need fake love Yeah, you can rub me out of conversations If you don't love me now, don't love me later Ayy, understand If you don't love me now, don't love me later When I'm a money maker I don't want your spuds Don't want your hugs, I don't need fake love Yeah, you can rub me out of conversations If you don't love me now, don't love me later [Verse 2] I make my own opportunities Nobody knows what to do with me Either too woke or I'm too litty I make conflicting music ,that's why no one's in tune with me But still "Ozone" hit that two milly Verses so tight, so these rappers don't wanna do tunes with me But still got too many tunes in me Kill every track, I'II start putting these tunes out with eulogies Rip up the track like a hooligan Try box me in and I break out the box like I'm Houdini People are wondering who is he He's an amazing fellow and the *Shades of Yellow* volume sounds like a playlist for who he be 'Cause everything bangs, on reloading, it's never been blank (Bitch) Whenever these man use a load of colloquialism When they wrote the riddim is the only thing that's ever been slang (Bitch) Trust me, bro, man, they've never been gang(Bitch) Incognito whenever the beef lands(Bitch) Costly, you don't wanna end up in sand I'm a talented man and that's why (Ah) All the beats knock more than Jehovah's witnesses (Bitch) Tryna see top floors of the oldest Hilton's (Bitch) Haven't seen your mum in a Rover But happy with being top four, then you've shown your fitness You won't keep up (Bitch) We're in separate lanes, we're not equals (Bitch) See they said my name, it weak 'cause (Bitch) Man, I just said my name and got wheel ups (Wee) (Wheelin', wheelin', wheelin', yeah) If you ain't got one M on your own tune, then I don't wanna hear no chat about streaming (Bitch) Or Spotify numbers (Bitch) Like who are them man deceiving? Can't have disagreements with youngers Them little rascals are dizzy, raskit, 'low it, they're really bonkers They're quick to jump in my business Basket mouth and their leaking nonsense It's nonsense, man (Bitch) [Chorus] If you don't love me now, don't love me later When I'm a money maker I don't want your spuds Don't want your hugs, I don't need fake love Yeah, you can rub me out of conversations If you don't love me now, don't love me later Ayy, understand If you don't love me now, don't love me later When I'm a money maker I don't want your spuds Don't want your hugs, I don't need fake love Yeah, you can rub me out of conversations If you don't love me now, don't love me later [Outro] We know who the LeBron is in this ting All these other boys, they're my sons in this ting We know who sets the pace We know who sets the bar We know who they're tryna keep up with Jyellow, fuckin' L Chris Kabs on the beat, bitch