The Update

I fell in love with the game before. All of it. All the ups, the downs, everything

But this? Nah, this ain't that. This the shit you leave her to

Time is money so I'm up late. Scheming, plotting, counting up cake

Like, what you need? What's the ticket and what date

I'm sending love to all my partners playing upstate. I think it's only right I hit you niggas with a update

As humble as they come, running with them ones. Thinking band practice how we drumming with them drums

Still thumbing through the ones. Stumble through the slums looking at my handsome face

Humming what have you become? Come off the road, my bitch ran me a bath

I jumped in my robe then went and said, what's up, to the stove

Poured a glass of white wine, garlic cut by the clothes. Yeah, I'm clearly locked in on this shit and it shows