Baby Boy

(album: Better Living - 2021)

Yeah
This shit colossal, know what I'm sayin'?
Watch me prosper, nigga
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Fuck 'em if they left, 'cause everything is alright
Pain all I felt, but shit, I'm alright
This pain never left, but I'ma be alright
This pain still there, but we gon' be alright
Grab my shovel, start digging (Yeah)
They weren't digging me (Swear), I can dig it (Oh yeah)
Oh now you feeling me? (Swear), I can feel it (Swear)
They envy, I'm winning, it's killing, no kizzy (Yeah)

Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings
Baby boy, from rags to riches
Baby boy, I had to get it
Long as they print it, baby boy getting it

I admit it, I'm the one that did it (Yeah, yeah)
Feel like I've been walking down Bleveland for a minute
But now I ride with switches
But I can't be talking 'bout that type shit, that type shit right there send a nigga to penitentiary
They hate 'cause I'm from Cleveland, oops, I meant Bleveland
I'm not Quando, ain't nothing roll, bitch, I'm bleeding
Acting like you throw, what you drinking, nigga?
Give me a reason
Glocks with us and Glocks with them
Pop at us, we dropping him
He flex, he bang, he think he gang, he come around, we robbing him
I done hit a whole lotta licks with my partner 'dem
We done did a whole lotta shit, that's why they shopping here, on God
Even though I've been player, I'm talking 'bout been player
I can't lie like I ain't got asthma, but smoke, I inhale
I know I'm in hell
Everywhere they say the slime couldn't go, you know I went there (No cap)
We really went there
Okay, I heard the boy want smoke with me (On God)
You ain't even approach a G
He know it ain't no approaching me
I'ma leave his ass where the roaches be
Checkmate, leave your ass right where you standing (Crazy)
You got served, plus you know these diamonds dancing
Lil Durk, what's happenin'?
Young Thug, what's happenin'?
Rudy, what's happenin'?
Big Boo, what's happenin'?
Droptop coupe, looking for who? What's brackin'?
Let's get it bracking, what's happenin'?

Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings
Baby boy, from rags to riches
Baby boy, I had to get it
Long as they print it, baby boy getting it
Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings
Baby boy, from rags to riches
Baby boy, I had to get it
Long as they print it, baby boy getting it

I'm a mastermind (Yeah), look how I mastered mine
They say slow money better than no money, but I want the faster kind
Won't play with yours, so don't play with mine, you'll be a bastard dying (Dickhead)
Don't try
Fuck my feelings, out my feelings 'cause I'm living now
I pop shit, no wheelies now, hotboxes to millions now
From hotboxes to millions now
And that's no kinini
Back then there wasn't beef, now Shawty popping, now they want beef with me
Free Wayne, he showed me the Trackhawk
Big Boo really showed me the traphouse
Free Tay and Clock, they showed me how to duck and pull that strap out
My dawg gone, but he still told 'em not to tap out
Damn, Rudy, why you tap out?
I was out, but now I'm back in my feelings
Feel like I gotta do a whole lotta killing
Just to get some healing, nigga
I can't lie, that shit there killed me, nigga (Oh)
I'ma make 'em feel it, nigga
It's better living soon
It's better living soon
It's better living soon
I'm talking 'bout soon
I hope it's soon

I say better living, better living, better living, better living
For all us
I'm talking 'bout all us