Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Cuttin lines thru da grapevine, these n***as waste time
On bitches FaceTime, that's why I make mine
Ain't no playtime, for dimes who lose value by the waist line (huh)
Feel like Jay Live, finna dive for a test drive (haaaa)
She can't test mine, less it's go time
Nd if she fine wine, then we toast fine
Issa slow grind, till it's showtime
Then it's "oh my" a n***a finally made it
Asking for a fuckin payment, like you wasn't fuckin hating (hating n***a)
N***as always steady skating, call em n***as Bucky Lasek
Lately, I been losing patience
Trapped up in this fuckin basement, claiming everything that's taken
Never mind, dats too complacent
Want the shine, I'm thru with pacing
Showing signs, that June's the making of another classic (classic)
Just simple mathematics, nd I been adding taxes
Tryna reach another bracket, like Murray snappin rackets
I'm just tryna show my passion
Steady with the action, not into what they asking!

Less they askin bout these raps, I got plenty for em
32 tracks, on relapse, I'm in Terry form
Seen it thru da cracks, he was wack, that's a metaphor
Fuck be the facts when he a rat who said he never told
Couple n***as sold, sayin that they love me so
Eyes out on any foe, n***as pocket watching doe
Praying I don't lose control, cuz I was never in control
Man, this shit can take a toll
Man, this shit can take it's toll