Holy

I'm a sorry little bastard
Oh, don't cry for me
Meditating at the hotel
I done sold out the seats
Bag on 'em
Can't be cutting slack to 'em
Don't you talk back to me
They be throwing racks at me
These days I'm taxing em
You better know it

I act like I'm alright
I act like I'm just fine
I pray that I heal with time
But if I don't, well, that's just life

These girls back home be treating niggas like I'm holy ghost
I came through swinging in this game, they was like "holy smokes"
And now I only rode the whip, they got a pack
I'm balling off of shit I never had
Mama called me up, yeah she be stressing over shit
Daddy in the pain, yeah I be praying for the man
Well, I came out the rain, yeah I was lurking in the mist
Yeah, I been broke as hell, I'll never do that shit again (no, no)

I just [?], one quick time (to say sorry)
I, oh, I, have been on hiatus I'm the coldest nigga in this nigga, ain't I?

Shout to Kid Cudi cause he saved my life
I went with 10k and I payed their price
I made this beat a loop but it feels just right
I've been waiting for this year my whole damn life
I got flows, on flows, on flows
Boy, your income gross
We the ones they chose
Them boys' doors got closed
I made one hundred songs just this last year
I left the label like disappear (Houdini)
You toss from now
Don't be acting foul
Had to knock doors down
That's why it took a while
I'm dropping in a few months, this shit's about to get wild
I made it out, no gimmicks, what y'all got to say now?

Hmmm, what y'all got to say now?
Hmmm, what y'all got to say now?
Hmmm, what y'all got to say now?
Heh-heh-heh, skrrrrrrrr