[Verse 1]
Got my back to the wind
All I've been doing is running my mouth
Taking my time
Waiting in line for my shit to come out
Patiently waiting, I'm waiting for payment
My patent is pending
Y'all playing pretentious, I'm sick of pretending
Y'all fucking with nothing
Y'all been fucking with substances
I've been creating some music with substance
But we gon' make sure you can bump it
Bitch, we've been working so don't be mistaking
I'm baking some heat in this oven
I love it, I'm proving I keep it 100
Sipping on 100 proof
Give me your love and I'll give you the truth
Give me some time 'cause I'm making some moves
This ain't no street fighting, bitch this is real life
I know you feel the vibrations we making
I'm sick of this game that we playing
This is as mad as I get
I ain't stressing too often, but often I'm guessing that y'all ain't invested in this


(Is that it?)


[Verse 2: Rakeem Miles]
Like what the fuck is we facing?
Watch the blood drip from your veins
You cannot move off the pain
You can't be careful to hang
I was just glad that you came
New life alone was a phase
Who gon' make up for the days?
You always had many shades
You always changing your ways
When the fuck you gonna stay?
You ain't got nothing to say?
Every time you come in late?
You ain't got nothing for me?
Don't you got somewhere to be?
I've been alone
You wasn't calling my phone
I've been out here on my own
Out here on my own
Out here on my own

I've been alone
Wasn't calling my phone
I've been out here on my own
I've been out here on my own