Predecessor

This that predecessor. That, «before y’all time»
This that mental message, that dope injection, that line
This that wanna be. Fuck that, that gonna be
This that all I got, all I want, all I need
This that get back. This that head bopping, that hip hopping, that whiplash
It’s that shit that them radio hits lack
That, «they don’t even make em like this no more»
If it ain’t about a nigga shaking wrists over stoves, they don’t want it
Allegedly
Speaking of cooking. I got the recipe to get you blessed, indeed.
Rolling up the best of weed
You listen to some jests and weeds
I ain’t tripping. I am just intrigued
Cuz I be giving out the best of me, and yes, for free
Maybe it’d be best if they’d see less of me
But, I got places to be, ppl to meet, feasts to eat
Trynna raise my roof
Nigga paid my dues, and kept them tabs, if you Need the receipts
I swear
Damn, my Ex bitch still texting me about tweets, as if I care
I don’t know where you was when them lights cut off, but bitch, you wasn’t there
In essence, you wasn’t here
So them blessings, you ain’t gon share
Now, girl, I know you know I don’t need none of that there
Negativity around me
I had lost my way, and I fucked around and found me
Made my mess. Confess. Hell yes. Had to hit em wit the Downy
This that time we
Broke the stage during Cotton Club
I remember, just in case you niggas needed reminding
Fuck that.