[Verse 1]
Most rappers these days don't have no shit to say
I can admit, I'm usually one of them, it isn't okay
We contemplate every day, laying down with the bae
Down at the bay, never late, watching the sun rise, so pretty
But that shit's fake, I took a break, my music wasn't that great
I wanted to make everybody proud, didn't want to receive no hate
But instead, all my stuff went straight under the radar
Even a feature with Taylor didn't get the views to scale up
A.B.O.V.E. was some real shit for the first time in a while
Granted, it wasn't my best track but it was still fucking wild
I keep promising a mixtape by the summer, mark my word
Cause if it don't release, that shit would be straight out absurd
I just want to take my time with it, don't wanna rush it out
Like my old stuff, I was having doubts all the way throughout
I promise this tape will be great, hopefully it'll be worth the wait
And if it ain't, you got my word, I will quit rapping that day
Looking back at Deadline, fucking redline, seriously, I was acting real blind
Y'all were not inclined, I was confined to the date I fucking designed
No fucking time to rewind, no going behind, walking over all those streetlines
I'm not a pussy, not no feline, can't catch me staring at the streetlights
[Hook]
I just don't know what to do, no, baby
Everyday, you acting awful crazy
I miss all the good times, none, oh, lately
Have you checked the time yet, you could save me
It's been a minute, yeah
It's been a minute, yeah
It's been a minute, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's been a minute, yeah
It's been a minute, yeah
It's been a minute, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Alright, let's get one thing straight, I'm not a criminal thug
I'm not the guy that's waving weapons, tellin' you to put your hands up
I'm just a normal guy, struggling adjusting to college life
I'm almost 18, I really don't live a crazy life
Rappers exaggerate, saying they've seen real shit
They haven't done half of what they're all claiming to witness
No shots fired, I'm just trying to tell the fucking truth, bitch
Don't send no texts, no fucking threats, no way to disprove all this shit
Cause I got the club going up on a Tuesday
Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy
Cause I got the club going up on a Tuesday
Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy
You've heard that before, right? (Yeah) Did I write that line or not? (Nah)
That shit happens all the time, no consequences, just fuck it
And that's what they're all like, every single goddamn day
And if you can prove me wrong, my name won't end in fucking Rae
[Bridge + Hook x2]
