Push the button, yeah, push the Button
Yeah, come on, push the button
Everybody else, yeah, push the Goddamn button
Push the goddamn button
Yeah
Sometimes I can't even tell you Where the mission at
Just know I'm second to none like A sister's act
Stand up nigga out here uplifting Cats
Ungrateful bastards didn't see the Gift in that
I give them that, they might be Where it's litty at
But this is the flow of the heart of The city at
Might be petty but I ain't with that Pity pat
Step out the booth like Superman, He's really back
Soul searching while my soul Hurting
Can't even lie, boy, it's still Working
Other niggas out here without Bars like no service
Before the show's over, it's closed Curtains
I'm on these niggas top cloth, so Turban
Bro, so learning, lack of Communication becoming Concerning
I'm following my dreams, I guess Son yearning
And I get it clicking with the fans, They confirming
Boy, try earn it before he in to urn Shit
I had packed out chosen, I ain't Really earn shit
Never let this music go, I got a Firm grip
And I'm starting to see other Things
Like living in royalty and try and Make my brother king
Aunt Mimi was the only one Mothering
She couldn't relate to a young Nigga's suffering
It's okay though, well, if you say So
I am a staple, just finding out
Well, it sounds like you late, bro
Ask KO, memories in his case Load
Giving advice, my vice is getting Paid, bro
And if I'm being honest, one of These people can eat a dick
I'm tired of keeping my mouth Closed when I'm seeing shit
This is how I'm leaving it, we Ain't eye to eye
And we definitely ain't seeing shit
Queens get the money, that's Funny, cause he's a bitch
And I'm the dumb one, the one You shared secrets with
But this is what I leave him with
I'll cook you for the beef if you Ever wanna season it
I bet you tell the story and you Never tell the reasoning
I bet you never mentioned how You did that f*cking creepy shit
So before you get one up, I Figured I'd even it
And I don't even do covers
I wanted you to win, you was Gone like a few others
A leader don't ask if the crew love Us
We just get green and wait for the True colors
Winning times feel like winning Time in a cruel summer
Counting up bread, well, y'all try And do numbers
These days, I'm like, f*cking Screw humble
What you gonna do, homie