[Hook: Chris Patrick]
My shawty just called, said she done with the drama
She don’t fuck with the transformations that come with the commas
She not comfortable knowing bitches wan' fuck me for Guala
She gon fuck for the Dollar
She reluctant to speak on topics in future tense
I only been obsessed on where I’m goin'
I obsessed with building business
She obsessed with building homes
I confessed, I been addicted to the wealth and how it’s grown
It don’t mean shit, knowing I’m selfish while she still get left alonе

[Verse 1: Chris Patrick]
I’m a glorious man
From the Dirt emergеd a Tulip
Like the florist had planned
I Ain’t been forcing my hand
To score through the defenses
I just contort where i am
To morph into pieces
More conducive for the puzzled mind
Subtle lines
The undertones of greatness
Getting underlined
Undesired pockets
Getting hung inside the closest
Till it’s summer time
My confidence been
Booming since the check though
We use to take the metro
To impress every set show
My efforts to connect flow
Was paralleled by corporate
In Attempt to keep my checks low
Them pay day drops ain’t pay me
My bae would often take me
Out to offset feeling crazy
Her honesty had saved me
From the conscious thoughts of lately
She like
You a gifted boy
Scripting shit like sigmund Freud
Lift the pen
Until the pen you lift
Can not be lift no more
Someday You gon be King
And for a king
They finna sing for Joy
But now she see truth
And see this shit a ploy
[Hook: Chris Patrick]
My shawty just called, said she done with the drama
She don’t fuck with the transformations that come with the commas
She not comfortable knowing bitches wan' fuck me for Guala
She gon fuck for the Dollar
She reluctant to speak on topics in future tense
I only been obsessed on where I’m goin'
I obsessed with building business
She obsessed with building homes
I confessed, I been addicted to the wealth and how it’s grown
It don’t mean shit, knowing I’m selfish while she still get left alone

[Verse 2: Noah]
My mom on my line
My baby girl growing old
So it’s hard to decline
Her pride and joy across the country
Morphing rappers into lunch meat
The numbers nile got crunching
Got me wondering
How we put all this money up in the laundry
And we gon wash it
In a mosh pit
I’m a profit two ways
I saw the funds before we had them 1’s in bouquets
I gotta smell my flowers
Need em potent
As freshman opens of sour
And when I fertilize my baby girl
What she birth might save the world
And I’ma tell my youngin, know this
Best revenge is ya focus
This world is pictures in motion
And dont you stick to the script
They pitt me against Leonardo’s
For what I did to this shit
I paint a picture the blind could touch and visualize
Product so popping cut out middle guys
Hoes chirping me, calendar circle me cause the currency
Them dollar hoes get a dollop of dick
Then politic
[Hook: Chris Patrick]
My shawty just called, said she done with the drama
She don’t fuck with the transformations that come with the commas
She not comfortable knowing bitches wan' fuck me for Guala
She gon fuck for the Dollar
She reluctant to speak on topics in future tense
I only been obsessed on where I’m goin'
I obsessed with building business
She obsessed with building homes
I confessed, I been addicted to the wealth and how it’s grown
It don’t mean shit, knowing I’m selfish while she still get left alone