Ah, about time
Let’s go, uh (Woo)
They were raising the rent up (Rent up)
When enough was enough (Was enough)
Yeah, I just aim for the fence, bruh (Fence, bruh)
And we up, look at us (Look at us)
Used to hang in the whip, wow (Whip now)
Now it’s plane to the bus (To the bus)
Yeah, they say it is what it is now (Is now)
But it ain’t what it was (What it was)
It ain’t what it used to be
Traded in the Jetta for some new keys, traded in my privacy for scrutiny
Workin’ like there’s two of me
Only time I’m on a losing streak’s when I’m losing sleep (Right)
Lot of fakеs, only green, is the jewelry
Said you gеttin’ bread but it’s gluten-free
Me vs all of ’em, baby, shout-out to Jubilee
Do it for the future me, bet my eulogy goin’ platinum, woah
Hundred singles, guess it’s time I put an album out
See the numbers I was doin’, still they try to count me out
I remember having one fan, room’s crowded now
Planted seeds and waited, I can give myself flowers now (‘Bout time)
I know they gonna talk when I drop this
If you gotta hate, go ahead, don’t stop it
Boost what I do every time that you comment
Funny how your two cents turned into my profits
Woo, ah
They were raising the rent up (Rent up)
When enough was enough (Was enough)
Yeah, I just aim for the fence, bruh (Fence, bruh)
And we up, look at us (Look at us)
Used to hang in the whip, wow (Whip now)
Now it’s plane to the bus (To the bus)
Yeah, they say it is what it is now (Is now)
But it ain’t what it was (What it was)
Thrift shop vibes, shout-out Macklemore
Sold out a show, so they add—
One sec, buddy, I gotta finish this verse
I don’t even bull like a Matador
Still up in the—, ha-ha, okay, one second, look, uh
Thrift shop vibes, shout-out Macklemore
Sold out shows, so they added more
I ain’t with the bull, not a Matador
Still up in the house, stayin’ golden like a Labrador
Hurricane category five when I stepped in (Woah)
Feelin’ blessed ’cause my son is my best friend (Woah)
Not puttin’ family first is a dead end
Hope you get the message like it’s blue when I press send, yeah
Everything is workin’ out, but my plan has still got a backup
Never know when it could disappear, you gettin’ CapCut
Savin’ for a rainy day, you can’t predict a flash flood
Gotta get my cash up, ’bout the paper and the bags, something like a packed lunch (Woo)
They were raising the rent up (Rent up)
When enough was enough (Was enough)
Yeah, I just aim for the fence, bruh (Fence, bruh)
And we up, look at us (Look at us)
Used to hang in the whip, wow (Whip now)
Now it’s plane to the bus (To the bus)
Yeah, they say it is what it is now (Is now)
But it ain’t what it was (What it was)
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