Til the Hearse Come

Now I ain't comin' for the title, but I'll take it if it's mine though

Labels want percentage? You could save it like it's Geico

I ain't doin' business with you lizards in my iPhone

They know I got a eagle eye and lately I been flyin' low

I been plyin' pressure, now I got what I applied for

I found out that diamonds just don't hit like all my milestones

I make in a year what rappers in my city sign for

Twenty-five to life and they ain't ever seen a dime, hoe

SA town, throwin' round my sound like a quarterback

Where your quarters at? I'm in my bag, where my quarters at

You imagine ballin', y'all ain't even where the court is at

So heads up they tellin' tales, somethin' like a quarter's back

They hit up my line, they getting declined, can't put these commas on hold

At twenty-four, made twenty-five in just a month, yeah, I know

I been on my grind, they typin' online, "he changed"

Ha, you right though

The state of my mind, been takin' flights, I finally stepped out of fight mode

Got way too much to lose, think it's time I pay my dues

So I just booked dinner for one and popped a bottle too

Aye nah I'm trippin', can't forget the ones who said I'd lose

Shots on me, I'll send a few, it's not the goose

Yeah, we had roaches in our kitchen, clothes and dishes

In my notebooks, had to squish them 'fore teachers would get suspicious

I was hoping, wishing, but that hope shit and bitching

I learned is so inefficient, I made some hooks and lines

And that shit thrown to the fishes, let the Lord be my witness

That pinching penny shit finished, labels beg for percentage

While I sip Henny in Venice, I might just stay independent like VVS's

But I can't give a fuck bout a necklace

Until we good back home, I'm tryna bring them racks home

Don't know when my last song, I gotta bring it back to him

Hopefully in time for grandma, grandpa missed it last November

Can't help but remember, life don't really last long

So nah, I ain't come here to play, my name here to stay

All of my numbers up, up and away, what's up, you say? I got nothin' to say

I say enough with what's up in the safe, I'm upping the raid if you buggin' today

He a bitch, I could tell, best tuck it away

See how I ball? That's a bucket display

But I'm still ridin' round Texas in my Versa

Mama came to visit, had to tell her, put your purse up

Spent a couple thou, had to burn some

And by the way we livin' now, they can't believe that we were hurt once

Haters real quiet, I thought I heard some?

They pay so much attention to me, baby, I can't reimburse them

Halfway through my second year and I tripled my first one

So tell that bitch get back in here, ain't finished till the hearse come

Till the hearse come