Way I see it, I'm top ten I never let a motherfucker try me, nah I'm feeling the pressures, I'm like a diamond y'all My family straight I'm getting what I need, all Ten thousand hours I put the time into it All of the emotion that I felt You hate me, then you hatin' on yourself My hand around her waist I'm like a belt Wealth so hard to get, keep it anonymous 'Cause once the public figures out, targets ain't hard to hit So proceed with caution, they'll be supporting For things your fortune can get To be from Austin, you see he God sent To be so fortunate
Mrs. Mr. Whoever I pray All the time, all the same Sadly I see things I thought would change All the time, all the same I don't want shit, I just called to say "How's your day? Can't complain" My phone open to you, all today Work two ways
I'm tired of motherfuckers hitting me up like, "You never hit me up" Well, that's what's up People be focused up on the accolades People you call your friends get to actin' up It's sad as fuck, never satisfied People that I looked up to I'm passin' by Doing everything I said I would be doin' You never hear a nigga say that Saba lied Since a pacifier and the crib, I was mad inspired as a kid No, she didn't want me back then, now she Caroline in a ditch Took it as a lesson, we don't wanna rush in Took her to a restaurant, now she is undressin' I said it would happen, that was manifestin' And she threw it at me like a penny to a freshman, ah
Mrs. Mr. Whoever I pray All the time, all the same Sadly I see things I thought would change All the time, all the same I don't want shit, I just called to say "How's your day? Can't complain" My phone open to you, all today Work two ways
Compositores: Dylan C Frank, Tahj Malik Chandler (Saba), Daoud Ayodele Miles Anthony (Daoud) ECAD: Obra #28872922