chef sweaty braising your faculty
face getting gray from the ash
that's the trace of me nigga
fuck out my face while i'm thinking
ain't step foot up in my momma place for a minute
i'm focused heavy on making the most of 'em
i feel like i'm the only one pressin' to grow upwards
it's still fuck you and whoever you showed up with
just trying to see an end and some steadier hands
who you callin' your mans
bet you thought he was solid
washing away with the water
staying away from the altar
shit changed in the august
in the wake of that august
last autumn the leaves fell
and i raked in the profit
faith they never caught 'em
and i don't know who house to call home lately
basic hoes try to cage him like the po
so the funds don't phase me
on tour wildin' by the truck stop racists
a common thread between us
to get shit poppin' like the gun's off safety
sayin' easy and doing harder when you get caught up
raised neck and neck with nak
rain checkin' on ya product
i gotta focus on my family problems
shrunk and widened up with the bumps in my personal finance
it hurt cause i can't keep a date or put personal time in
a reverse of the times when my face didn't surprise you
before i did the shit that earned me my term on that island
can't put a smile on your face through your purse or your pocket
still this nigga too busy wildin'
and i don't know who house to call home lately
basic hoes try to cage him like the po