Thank You For Listening Lyrics

Fuck the Gandhi shit, eye for an eye, I live by some John Gotti shit

Fuck the apologies, you wanted me gone, now I am, so don't bother me

Beachside puffin' on the best shit, leavin' a trail of smoke when I ride like Willie Nelson

Only a few people I trust, that's Smith and Wesson

And they got smoke for anyone who tries to press me

Ya used to hate this city, but now you're back, the irony

The grass is only greener where you choose to water it

I guess the timing was off, but when it came to us, I never put no timers on it

Maybe that was my fault, but what else is new

You're not the only one who'd love to hold me responsible

They make it like I wake up and just start plottin' on

This might be the last album I make, cause I'm tired of it

I'm tired of the label games, top players payin' for clicks

Nobody's beatin' Mike, stop with the comparison shit

I mean, really, it seems like it's more apparent than ever

Everyone's scrapin' along, it's not what they said we were gettin

Knew it would change, of course everything does

Nothin' was the same, Drizzy gave that lesson to us

But nobody's bigger than this thing of ours

Ya fuck up once and lose two teeth, you gotta play it smart

Now we see the goats fallin' from grace, it hurts my heart

Not really, but it might have if them lowlifes ain't hit the lick

They say, don't meet your idols, I never got that far

But fuck the ones beneath them, I've had some run-ins with them

Twenty years old in Atlanta, stories are comin' out now that we heard back then

Lookin' at me crazy 'cause I'm still stuck at the bottom, but I lost count of how many times I've been burned by them

I'm bouta burn my pen and burn all these bridges down

Fuck it, time well spent

When I was sittin' in that house that Bieber laid low at

I had to stop and take it in like, shit, I might be next

I was young, I didn't understand what that really could've meant

New developments, this industry might be startin' to change for the better, let's see

Maybe instead of poppin' off some dumb shit to sell a hit

We aim to push it forward, why the fuck's the white kid preachin' it

Cause I just wanna see this keep goin', there's way too much talent bein' slept on

It probably won't be me, but that's somethin' I've accepted

Cause I didn't jump on the trend of droppin' a hundred fuckin' clips of the same song

God damn, we get it

I mean, I take my time with this shit, this is art to me

And I get disrespected

"Have you thought about doing?" get the fuck outta here