[Intro] [vinyl crackle, chopped dark piano, low 808] Yeah... Fuck it. Say less. [Verse 1] [beat drops] I been known to cross the line, Then look back like, “Who drew it?” Tell me I can't do some shit, That's a good way to make me do it. I don't gamble, I press luck, Bet it all, then double up. They keep waiting on me to fold, I cut the deck and call their bluff. They passing my shit around, Like a bag that hit the block. Every time I drop some new shit, Somebody waiting on the drop. I ain't gotta sell the hype, They come looking when it land. One taste and they come back, Like they know who got the grams. Phone jumping, money calling, I don't answer unless it pays. Band used to last a week, Now that bitch don't last a day. Had drive with the tank on E, Still pushed it like it was stolen. Life dealt me a fucked up hand, Played that bitch, never folded. Been through hell, came back cool, Satan sent me what I spent. Told that motherfucker, “Bet.” Wrote it off as a trip expense. Pockets used to need life support, Now them bitches overweight. Money came with an appetite, Everybody at the table ate. No rearview, fuck going backwards, That old road already closed. Had one foot inside the grave, Came out wiping dirt off my clothes. [beat breathes] Shit... Keep it running. [Verse 2] [808 rolls, faster pocket] Got skeletons in the closet, Told them bitches split the rent. Past keep trying to collect, I ain't paid that motherfucker since. Caught some hell, kept it moving, Made it work with what I had. Every time life tried to fuck me, I fucked that motherfucker back. Had more bills than fucking money, More nerve than common sense. Made a dollar outta nothing, Then made nothing pay the rent. Spent years paying for mistakes, Learned expensive lessons cheap. Some shit followed me for years, Some shit I buried way too deep. Used to count down till payday, Now payday count on me. Used to work to make a living, Now I make a living work for me. [beat switch] Still got dirt on my name, Fuck clean, I know what it's worth. Been through enough shit already, I could make bad luck reimburse. I don't hold grudges, hold doors, Then let that bitch hit who behind me. They keep looking for the old me, Tell 'em good fucking luck finding me. Got nerve like unpaid bills, That shit don't quit when it should. I done made wrong look right So many times, wrong looking good. Phone dead, I'm still live, That's two different definitions. Got a short fuse, long memory, Bad mix, good entertainment. I don't throw hints, throw curves, Let 'em swing till they shoulder hurt. Some people couldn't stand on business With their feet glued down at work. [flow switch] I got shit I never mention, That's why silence hit different. Everybody tough with witnesses, Funny how the volume shift with distance. I can smell fake through cologne, That expensive shit don't cover cheap. Some folks only stand on business Till that motherfucker gets knee deep. Talk heavy, move light, That's a mismatch, check the scale. I done watched 'em sell a story, Then watched the truth fuck up the sale. Keep receipts without the paper, I remember what was said. Some shit ain't worth a response, I let success talk instead. [808 slide, drums strip back] Fuck a lane, I took the shoulder, Blew right past the warning signs. If you waiting on my downfall, Motherfucker, get in line. [beat cuts] Say less.
