Ay, look Ay, clearin' out my mind so I can see well Bodega Bay with my chick we pickin' up seashells Lately I've been writing these raps and leaving out details People round me thinkin' I'm happy I guess I grieve well, yeah But you can see it in my eyes, luckily I grew and I learned how to compartmentalize Yeah, look Some would sit and cry but I got energized I'm not even thinkin' when I write this shit feel memorized Ay, you niggas passive aggressive They off the Hennessy I might pop a tab in my section Look, niggas lie in they raps so you know they'll cap if you let 'em Plus they ain't choose rap skills they just rock a rapper aesthetic That's why when they see the real niggas win it always feel epic You could wear 100 chains but we judge by a different metric How many times has what you put in these lines been mistook for treasure How many lives you changed from the rhymes that you put together, look I got here from all the shit I gave this just a reaction Now I'm actin' out in Alpharetta in a G-Wagon Niggas lustin' over this yellow bitch that I'm tea baggin' All them people round you weigh you down and keep your feet draggin' Ay look, I'm activated Huh, we active baby Business growin' so is my payroll so you have to pay me I been clockin' numbers and talkin' to my accountant lately Now I know why they move to Texas my nigga tax is crazy Look at what I been through then look at how I continue All I had was pen and pad when I needed someone to vent to Whip like Bobby le Flay and I'm servin' it off the menu How many favors I gotta give you 'fore you learn that it ain't in you, yeah Linda's son do it for my mom wish she was here today Let the tears wash over my soul and clear the fear away This shit made a man out of me and he here to stay Go to Matawa and autopilot and then veer away Yeah, look All that I endured made me more mature I made mistakes but I don't trip too much I know my heart is pure Let these niggas think they stuntin' on me I'm like oh for sure I let 'em win at shit that doesn't matter there's the Art of War Ay, I been livin' life in a revolving door between being content with what I have and always wantin' more Real niggas don't get awards the positive shit get ignored Still find a way to stay in harmony that's why I struck a chord I understand that it's a longer road til I see my reward Might pop an addy cause my drug of choice coulda been purple pours Lean sipper, in the right environment a bean flipper Out in Malibu with the whites like look at these niggas Hey, yeah Ay, look at these niggas I got my shit straight from the grow house bro we breathe different I start my whip with my iPhone my keys different No I ain't come here with no bitches I bet I leave with 'em Nah I bet I leave with all the hoes, I mean the hoes I wanna leave with I don't wanna leave with all the bitches that seems like a lot You could have 98% of these women in here I don't wanna take 'em Unless her name is Susàn, has anybody seen Susàn? Is Susàn by the bar buying Hennessy? Susàn, we've been looking for you for 4 years Susàn Come with me I have... I'll call the Uber You could s-, um, it might be a- a ride share Uber so you might have to sit in the middle But that's besides the point I'll give you a ride I- I don't care who you came with Susàn that's not my problem People have been looking for you for 4 years Susàn Did you change your hair? It looks good Is it- what kind of blonde is that? Cherry blonde? I don't- I mean all blonde look the same to me I'm a nigga so I'm just kinda sayin' shit for real