[Intro]
Yeah
Artists living comfortably, Uh
That’s what I wanna see
Uh, Yeah

[Verse]
Came with different facets but the ratchet never stutter spray
Impediments not pedaling, I’m settled into tons of cake
Flowers to my dawgs, we enjoying life above the hate
Lighter flicks like Carter called, I’m so enthralled with all the greats
Real south n***a, shrimp and grits better than Etouffee
Gary Payt’, this very stank, a decent taste above my steak
Yo shit, I can’t evеn crank, turned off, this shit must be a prank
From the statе, there’s no debate, I’m touching dates to son your rates
Elevate for certain stakes, a garlic sauce to serve a plate
All above the fakest saints, dichotomy of Franklin Saint, Uh
Just updated the graphics, that’s a half we blow
Mastering my craft 'til the fanatics notice, catch the goals
Madder at the average n***as, y’all still at it though
I was adamantly tasked to let y’all know you n***as had to go
Fashionably late to kill a track
These n***as tag ya toe
Fuck the rushing, these still Madden flows
Touch at your soul
Never had it sold, yo
Uh, I ain’t in the wackest spot
I’m thanking God when passing clocks
Time don’t ever last a lot
No baggage with me, sadness stops
Call these n***as Capalot
They ramble when pianos stop
The ammo loaded and it’s hot
I canned your motion, ambulate on any block
Complaining ‘bout the scene is obsolete
Just get a pad and jot
Up it from within, the Trojan plot
Y’all never owned the spot
Swirling through my padded thoughts
God, I need some other bops
Game is on a padded lock
Unless we come defame the top
Check the crop, the cash is lacking
Spark a ton, I’m out here laughing
Wavy 'til I hit the casket
Hella capping from the cabinet
Hold my flows for hostage, masking
Welcome to my latest gadget
Bastards
[Hook]
Yeah
Artists living comfortably, Uh
That’s what I wanna see
Uh, Yeah