Transcript (en)

Yeah, uh Look, fuck all that happy to be here shit that y'all want me on I'm the big homie, they still be trying, lil' bro me dawg Like I should fall in line Like I should alert niggas when I'm about to drop something crazy And not say I'm the greatest of my generation Like I should be dressing different Like I should be less aggressive and pessimistic Like I should be way more nervous and less dismissive Like I should be on my best behavior and not talk my shit and do it major Like the niggas who paid away for us Like I didn't study the game of the letter And understand that I'm not doing it the same And I'm doing it better Like I didn't make that clearer this year Like I should feel, I don't know, guilty for saying that They should put a couple more mirrors in here So I can stare at myself These are usually just some thoughts that I would share with myself But I thought fucking it's worth it to sharing with someone else Other than Paris for once I text her from time to time, she a mom now I guess sometimes life forces us to calm down I told her that she could live with me if she need to I got a compound but I think she's straight And she's supported since high-beats Right before Wayne came and got me out of the back room Where I was rapping with jazz over beats That I shouldn't have in the hopes for the glory He walked right past in the hallway Three months later I'm his artist He probably wouldn't remember that story But that shit stick with me Always couldn believe when he caught me You never know it could happen to you And I just spent four Ferraris all on a brand new Bugatti And did that shit cause it something to do Yeah, I guess that's just who I became, dawg Nothing was the same, dawg We are working! I hope y'all have another time to be on the worst day. Woo!