Still bounce out hyphy on niggas I'm 4 Mobby again (I'm with the mob)
Back on my fuck everybody again
'Cause they don't give you your credit when your credit is due
But the hate come with it that's inevitable

I'm very reputable
Big, black, dread-headed and professional
Still barely accessible, I'm tucked off
Y'all been sleeping on me and tucked in
On my way to the gold, The Adventures of Huck Finn (whoa)
You fuck niggas won't rain on my rain
I'm the nigga with the leverage I'll cut the supply chain (yeah)
My ambitions are as big as my frame
Changing lives with shit from my brain (yeah)
That's telepathy, give a lil' game but the sauce sold seperately
Very old recipe
Never gotta lie when the truth is your specialty
One hunnid' and I put that on everything

All my life I told myself I'd be this
Now I'm here I know they hate to see this
But it's too late to throw your shade
It's too late to sing your hate
You won't rain on my parade
Because I'm forever lit
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm forever lit
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah (Raj you know I got you)
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm forever lit

Uh I'm forever lit, you never lit
Every day I'm dripping sauce, eggs benedict
I only lift a finger if I benefit
I need profit, I need hell-of-it, my footprint bigger than a elephant
To walk in my shoes, you like a clown
You walk with the weight of a ant, don't hear a sound
And we don't see you, that's 'cause we don't be looking down
And I'm the rarest civilian they ever found
Look, I knew it all since Willard
A father figure sonning y'all watch you all get Ben Stillered
Yeah, but this is not no movie
I fucked already don't you try to tell me now you not no groupie
Look I do the job, then I bill collect
I knew Raj in '05 and it's still respect
I saw the dots and I told myself it will connect
I knew I'd be here looking back, now retrospect, forever

All my life I told myself I'd be this (You know, I used to tell myself)
Now I'm here I know they hate to see this (Oh, they hate to see it)
But it's too late to throw your shade (It's too late)
It's too late to sing your hate (It's too late)
You won't rain on my parade (No, no)
Because I'm forever lit
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm forever lit
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm forever lit

You fly to L.A, go to a party
Just go to a party and come home
The rich and the famous, yeah (for me it's like)
You know i'm - mom i'm going to L.A. tonight i'll be back tomorrow
Okay how are you gonna get there? you gonna drive? (yeah you know I'mma hang out)
Nah we flying (wow)
I'm like okay, what can I say?

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Writer(s): Faraji Wright