[Intro: ConchezYout]
People always askin' (People always askin') why I can't see you (Why I can't see you)
When we gon' link? (When we gon' link?) I'm busy like, you know (Busy like)
But, yo

[Chorus: ConchezYout]
Yeah we outside today (Let's swing)
If you really lookin' for me, I'm miles away (All that)
I be with my peoples in the hideaway (Chillin')
They could only see me on the holidays, yeah

[Verse 1: ConchezYout]
All these years, my dad been locked up, now he finally free (Thank God)
Breakin' generational curses, yeah, that started with me (Uh-huh?)
So all of my fams and my friends, they dependеnt on me (Pressure)
All this prеssure on my back and I could hardly breathe (*Exhale*)
Ain't no shame in my game, I wear my heart on my sleeve (Uh-huh?)
Got the heart of a lion so they know I'm a king (They know that)
People see me all the time and say, "You doin' your thing"
Then they hit me back sayin', "Yo when we gon' link?"
But (Never)

[Chorus: ConchezYout]
I ain't got the time today (I don't)
But I’ll probably hit you if I'm 'round the way (I hit you)
I be in the crib, that's where I hibernate
They could only see me on the holidays, yeah
[Verse 2: Dillmatic]
ISO
When they see me, it's different forms (You know?)
'Cause we steady elevatin' through the storm (Word, word)
Ain't no puttin' off, yeah, we just puttin' on (Put on, gotta put on)
So breathe (Breathe)
They take your kindness for weakness and your presence for granted
The moment you give up your access, then they stories recanted (What's that?)
How he come out standin' tall whole time he was short handed? (How?)
And how the root of all evil get recycled and replanted? Yo
Don't abuse your privileges (Don't), home is where the village is (Home)
Frame the portrait, don't go based on somebody else images (Don't do that)
Discover the source, word to Jehovah, they all Witnesses (They all)
Unlock the cobra, Black Mamba torture for all the scrimages (ISO)
You give some of what you got so they could feed off (Give)
And give 'em more than they had just to bleed off (More)
With nothin' in return, yo, it’s time to clean off (It's time)
The words that they was throwin', man, yeah, it start to peel off (Start)
And underneath, it was a man unscathed
With three letters engraved (ISO)
Lord knows he's been saved
All Mama's love he was raised, the final course has been paid
Ain't no comin' back this time, I booked a ticket one way
Maybe I'll return someday!