Square one. Lyrics

Back to square one

Back to square one

Back to square one

We're back to square

Back to square

I said it could work but I guess that's a lie

Long distance get ugly; I get it's a lot

But you had to start buggin

I'm Young but I'm not even Thuggin

I'm shruggin' my shoulders like damn

I gotta go Mike now; I ain't even wanna

I'm not wit the drama

I just gotta get in the stu, and it's done

Holding the cards but I want all the guala

She showing the signs, but I can't be her father

We back in the streets; it ain't nothin to honor

I got my timepieces, I'm flexing, you clock it

I'm bitter, that's right, and I gotta flash on her

Now, I'm feeling jaded cause

You were my jewel

And I swear that I made you

I guess I'm a tool

I thought I found a lil gold in the dirt, so

I dug you up outta there

Guess I'm a fool, huh

She made a mistake, and I think that she know that

There's only one L, and I told her to hold that

This my first day out, and I'm feeling like Kodak

Got another one throwing back just like Bodak

And she said to take care…She don't want me to kill myself

Been through much worse, and I still couldn't drill myself

Still got the gift that I bought her; it's in the shelf

Think Imma sell it cause I need the inner wealth

In the whip, intimate

Volume up, I gotta lose all my interest

Wish I was innocent

I'm in my pocket; I'm in the mitt

Dirtied my glove with the sentiments

Dirt in my eyes, I hate the sediment

Doing my best to fight off resentment

Back in my tenement

But there's no adrenaline left

Back to square

We're back to square

Uh, I can't make you want something you never wanted for real

I'd rather have all of these honors than

Partners for whom a lil effort's a problem

I'm just being honest

I'm not the fondest of modest lil women; they oddest

I need a lil horoscope baby

That nonsense is crazy

The **** is so brazy

I need some more knowledge, wow

I really should thank you

This goin fed, and I'm runnin' in banks, too

All of this hater stuff, I'm not above it

You thought that I was

I assure you I wasn't

Now, we right here in the session

There's pain in my voice

You can hear the inflections

Lay my Soul all over tracks

You can hear the Selection

Back on the ballot, I'm winnin' elections

And I gotta toast that

Know that I boast that

You know I tote that

Girls in the streets, and they yellin' at me

You know what I'm sayin

Baby, the goat's back