Ooh-ah

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Hey-yeah-yeahOoh-ah

Ooh-ah, ooh-ah

Ooh-ah

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ah-ah-ah

Ooh-ah, ooh-ah

Hell yeah, yeah (Ayy-ayy)

Hell yeah

Hey-hey

Who gon′ find the lost souls?

In Atlanta shapeshifters and trolls, how did I get here?

My magic carpet unraveled (Woo)

You scroll through all the channels with your fraudulent financials

Blame your mama 'cause you started with hardstanders

We gon′ pray on that (Oh Lord)

Always had my flow, I used to lay on that

You can say it face to face, facts

You no longer need it, make your way on back

You can't escape what you attract, or what you say on wax

Please don't overthink on that

Like-like-like, like-like-like, like-like-like

Who gon′ find that lost boy?

High class that she fall for him

Them whispers get lost and breezes

Got them whisper, man he call for me

CVS is hiring and when you drop

Your application, get some Halls for me

Coughin′ hard, but ain't no need to get that coffin for me

Ain′t nothin' serious, just it′s cold and all the niggas on new levels

Got through locks so I'm past the codes, outchea tho

Queen City but no bitch on my roads

I′ma own that bitch though,

Can't front on my bill folds, sittin' on gold

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ayy-yee, yee (Ooh-ah, ooh-ah)

Ooh-ooh-woah, ooh-ah

I used to look, down on myself

Like, what am I missin′?

Now I, go to the bank

Now they, talk to me different

Can you split that in 20′s, hunnids, a couple 50's?

I used to get curved, now bitches DM they titties

Old friends turn to foes, can′t bring fuck niggas with me like

Fuck it I'm ready to go, niggas be actin′ like hoes

Bitches be tryna get chose, that's just the way that shit go

You can′t complain if you broke, get you some money and clothes

I got some money with goals

I know I ain't perfect, barely worth it

Been an asshole lately but not on purpose, shit be on my mind

I look around like, "Damn, ain't nobody on my side"

But never question if I′m down to ride

Tripped the hurdle but the ground I walk is fertile

Give you classic quotes just for kicks like Virgil

Look who in my circle

The ones that knew me when the nights was hurtful

Wins, I got a ton like Churchill

But what about the losses overcome, I wasn′t Oprah's son

′Round my way they holdin' guns

I′m more like Roberson, I'm not a shooter

All I did was show love, like the Kamasutra

I was tryna find what′s truer

I couldn't look inside the mirror

Tryna climb out my dilemmas

In the land of splendor, glamor, and some damaged women

Strappin' up, strappin′ up, can′t do no gamblin' with ′em

Shootin' high percentage, I been changin′ my agenda

Finally came up out my shell, I ain't have no Master Splinter

Became the Top Chef, this another classic dinner

I fell down, came back, now that′s a natural winner

Never could I pretend, nor ever would I surrender, yeah

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ayy-yee-yee (Ooh-ah, ooh-ah)

Ooh-ah (Ooh-ah)

Ooh-ah

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ayy-yeah-yeah

Ooh-ah, ooh-ah

Ooh-ah

Ooh-ooh

Look, I been speakin' for the misguided sons and the dead fathers

As I walk through the shadow of death, where we tread waters

Paint pictures of the stories forgotten, them dead authors

His blood gettin' mixed with that paint, so we dead artists

He told me, "Nigga, you better slide", you ain′t said nada

Them niggas took my nigga, so fuck it, this lead karma

Struggle to pull the trigger as I did the tears fallin′

'Cause I know I let my mama down, she done raised all us

She gave up everything she had to keep our road straight

We ain′t even have no room to have our own space

Look I gave everything I have to make my own way

And in three seconds I made a decision to let this clip off

This ain't even related, just some shit I had to get off

Repetition how we make decisions

′Cause my brother doin' life

And the judge done told him he would never get off

The struggle like hand me downs, nigga one size fits all

Woke up sweatin′, panic with deep and breathin'

Goin' through deep depression, wonderin′ why I chose to live

And the way with my freedom indecisive, it′s on the fence

When I been blessed with rappin', no wonder they call it gifts

Got up from that bed, picked up the phone like, "What I missed?"

Got a call from some Dreamers, said that they was out for revenge

Excited then I thought about it,

And started crying ′cause a year ago my

Cousin was killed searchin' for his, yeah