Encore (feat. Randolph)

So can I get a fucking encore?

Can I get a fucking encore?

Can I get a fucking encore?

Can I get a fucking encore?

The hype man is here

Started from FIFA to top of the tier

Got all of these stacks

How did you do it, is all that I hear

Man's doing everything

Going from butch to us making that movie thing

Flying from Vegas to Napa to partying

Watching the progress I show in the Guardian

But that's old news

First-born bringing the bread to the table

Viewing the shot on the low

Other mans on the hype

Counting Ps on the tope of the label

You gotta admit it

Nothing untrue when I go to just spit it

Then, my team is just killing it

Fam is just killing it

Proud of them all and I'm here to fulfilling it

So can I get a fucking encore?

Can I get a fucking encore?

Can I get a fucking encore?

Can I get a fucking encore?

Oh man, time to remind 'em

This my last encore, no more rewinding

We be doing this for time, and time again

About time you were tuning in

About time they were noticing

That I've been going in

I'm back now and I'm closing in

To the high places I'm supposed to be in, uh

So don't insult me again, yeah

Anxiety, tryna get the better of me

Tryna make me forget, that I'm legendary

Won't stop till they see me in the cemetery

I might fall, no hate is ever getting to me

It's a new level that I been on

No more checkpoints, it's here, it's the one

Yeah, I'm my own man now

I do whatever I want

So can I get a fucking encore?

Can I get a fucking encore?

Can I get a fucking encore?

Can I get a fucking encore?