E Dub - Figure it Out (Bonus Track)

Just came out of state, I flew from L.A., I do this shit fluent
She texting my phone, whatever you want E I'm ready to do it
Just look at the numbers it's nothing, did 7 tapes in 3 summers
Only worried bout' commas, not drama, I put that shit on my momma
Lotta boys steady worried bout' clout, they must be down in a drought
City boy coming straight out the south and they got my name in the mouth
They trynna see what I'm bout', I got some dogs who could vouch
She trynna see what I'm on but can't even figure it out
I'm on a whole nother' level, I know I can't settle, I keep all my brothers together
I know I'm better, whoever whenever you want it, I'm special you gotta' be careful
She trynna get wit' the boy but I'm back on the road, next time I'm in town imma stretch
My ex prolly' mad that I left her, I gotta get to the bag I ain't stressing
Imma legend in the presence
Red carpet for the entrance
Got the flow from the heavens
We doing it now I can't do second-guessing
I'm grateful for life, I'm accepting my blessings
I gotta push forward, I'm changing my settings
Put rings on the game, we ain't worried bout' weddings
Phone is on DND, hope you been getting the message hey
I'm on the block today
Balling like Hardaway
Had to get it the harder way
Give no fucks what a blogger say
I'm gone fuck with my dog today
Every week gotta find me a play
Fuck around you gone lay where you play
I just took a flight to L.A.
Just came out of state, I flew from L.A., I do this shit fluent
She texting my phone, whatever you want E I'm ready to do it
Just look at the numbers it's nothing, did 7 tapes in 3 summers
Only worried bout' commas, not drama, I put that shit on my momma
Lotta boys steady worried bout' clout, they must be down in a drought
City boy coming straight out the south and they got my name in the mouth
They trynna see what I'm bout', I got some dogs who could vouch
She trynna see what I'm on but can't even figure it out
I'm moving state to state, I never run late, its' always some money to make
How you gone promise your people and then you don't do what you say
A lot of shit I sacrificed, I know you could never relate
Ion' care bout the fame, the clout, or the names, I'm just trynna rock out a stage
Gotta get to it, I'm not with the extras
See my influence when they try to catch up
Everyday driver, might hop in a tesla
I put it on when I want, Imma steppa'
Step, step, step, step
My bruddas' know what is quiet is kept
I see the fake so I dap with the left
They think that they with me, I'm 10 steps ahead
The proof in the pudding, don't care what you said
I'm not with the talking, don't know any Teds
You flaunting your bread, you attracting the feds
Portfolio booming, I'm liking the spreads
I'm going to church after counting the deads
I'm hungry for mine, all I see is red
Make sure the family fed, yeah
Just came out of state, I flew from L.A., I do this shit fluent
She texting my phone, whatever you want E I'm ready to do it
Just look at the numbers it's nothing, did 7 tapes in 3 summers
Only worried bout' commas, not drama, I put that shit on my momma
Lotta boys steady worried bout' clout, they must be down in a drought
City boy coming straight out the south and they got my name in the mouth
They trynna see what I'm bout', I got some dogs who could vouch
She trynna see what I'm on but can't even figure it out

Written by:
Elijah Evans

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