How You Been? Lyrics

She just sent a text, what you doin', how you been

I been stayin' solid, I been stayin' out the pen

I been in my bag, I been really goin' in

When you cut me off, I been different ever since

Why the fuck you textin' me, you don't have my kid

Why the fuck you textin' me, I'm not tryna be friends

She just sent a text, what you doin', how you been

I been in my bag, I been really goin' in

When you cut me off, I been different ever since

Why the fuck you textin' me, you don't have my kid

Why the fuck you textin' me, I'm not tryna be friends

This the life I promised to myself back in 19

Lookin' at my messages, I see that bitch typin'

Playin' down my phone, gotta get back to the writin'

Barely even seen, but I swear I'm never hidin'

Not a rapper, I'm a artist

Man, I'm not the biggest, and man, I'm not the smartest

Been through too much pain, man, swear it left me heartless

Still makin' bread, man, even on my worst day

Livin' every day, man, like it is my birthday

Tryna hold it down and put on for my birthplace

How the fuck you textin' me, you don't have my kid

Why the fuck you textin' me, I'm not tryna be friends

This the life I promised to myself back in 19

Lookin' at my messages, I see that bitch typin'

Playin' down my phone, gotta get back to the writin'

Barely even seen, but I swear I'm never hidin'

Not a rapper, I'm a artist

Man, I'm not the biggest, and man, I'm not the smartest

Been through too much pain, man, swear you'll let me go

Playin' with these words, I be playin' with my workplace

Still makin' bread, man, even on my worst day

Livin' every day, man, like it is my birthday

Tryna hold it down and put on for my birthplace

How the fuck I end up here in the fuckin' first place

Told her I might do some time, but that'd be the worst case

We need more profit and I need more of my cut

Bitch, we up and we stuck

White boy goin' off, man, I'm feelin' like I'm Kupp

Groupies hit my line, send me pictures of they butt

Do this shit so easily, they sound, I sound so tough

I don't set my limit, cause I never get enough

I been goin' off, I'm a diamond in the rough

Why they think I'm stuck up in my ways

I'm the youngest in the city, really gettin' paid

Lookin' at you rappers, will you all be copy-paste

She just sent a text, what you doin', how you been

I been stayin' silent, I been stayin' out the pen

I been in my bag, I been really goin' in

When you cut me off, I been different ever since

Why the fuck you textin' me

You don't have my kid

Why the fuck you textin' me

I'm not tryna be friends

It's gon' take a minute just to get to where I'm headin'

Fuck bein' humble, I'm just countin' all my blessings

Run up on me wrong, I ain't stressin'

Play for anybody, testin'

Full court press, I be comming, I be pressin'

Run up on the grand, man I got good impressions

Women textin' me, they tryna do some sextin'

Fuck that come to my crib baby start undressin'

been playin' with these words, I be playin' with my wordplay

Still makin' bread, man, even on my worst day

Livin' every day, man, I like it, it's my birthday

Tryna hold it down and put it on for my birthplace

How the fuck I end up here in the fuckin' first place

Told her I might do some time, but that be the worst case

Only drop that goin' get when I drop my merch date

Expensive dinnin', even on your first date