Uh

That ginger float in my cup
Proceed to roll me one up
Them hoes that can tell me none'
My kinfolk wild as they come
From out the shadows, they swarm
Some out the battlefield, uh
I close my eyes, see the future then I dig in the mud
I'm out here, really the plug
The cola fueling the Sun
The golden shepherd, the farm
Really gon' get me some
Got different taxes to some
I can't be slacking on none
Girl, I'm not just anybody
Know you got plenty copies
Appetite kinda raunchy
But the truth turn me on
See if I let all my ghost out they can't come back to haunt me
Back and forth out to Follies if that's something you like
Or the coast-to-coast Folly out to somewhere more right
Cuzzo hit me on tour, ask what the fuck I been on
Still the straight in the narrow, like I'm mowing the lawn
Like I'm aiming an arrow, I put rest on my mind
Got no rest for my mom, got no rest on my, uh

Pick up the pace, pick up the pace
Pick up the pace, pick up the pace, pick it up
Pick up your face, pick up your face
Pick up your face, pick up your face, pick it up
Feel it today, feel it today
Feel it today, feel it today, feel it up
Give it away, give it away
Give it away, give it away, give it up

And, and I told him, I said
"You know what? To whom much is given, much is required"
So, you know, when you gettin' close, it's like, "Oh my God"
My legs are so fatigued, I cannot make it to the finish line
All you need is somebody to just tell you
"You're on the last leg of this
Just push through it, push through it"
Finish up, you gotta pray for that second wind and guess what?
The universe got a way of giving you that second wind
And then you can, "Woosah"

Okay, now I know (now I know)
What, what, what it take (what it take)
To make the best of my situation (to make the best of my situation)
And, I admit, that for a minute (yeah, I admit, for a minute)
I, I couldn't tell you what, what I was chasing (couldn't tell you what I was chasing)
But still, it's no excuses, though it's no excuses (there's no excuses, no excuses)
Known for spitting truth way before the booth (before the booth)
Don't get comfortable just 'cause I fuck with you (I fuck with you, yeah)
I could cut you lose in like a month or two
But I don't care what other people say
It don't matter what you think
It's important what you're willing to know
Through all the struggles and the pain, I can peep the weather change
I'm absorbing light and starting to glow (ooh)
What a day, what a day, pour the drank for the ones that we lost on the way
We was crazing the change just to hit JJ for the four dollar plate
Patience is buying me time, know that some weird shit is savor
Nobody cares what sense it makes if we all get paid at the end of the day

Pick up the pace, pick up the pace
Pick up the pace, pick up the pace, pick it up
Pick up your face, pick up your face
Pick up your face, pick up your face, pick it up
Feel it today, feel it today
Feel it today, feel it today, feel it up
Give it away, give it away
Give it away, give it away, give it up

ay, where y'all boy from?
Albania
Oh, that what's up, that what's up, that what's up
This shit, this shit get wild down here
You ever been to Atlanta? (Hm, no this is our first time)
This shit real, man
ay, man, why y'all niggas, why y'all nigga ain't got no hoes?
Y'all ain't got no hoes (what was that? please)
Ayy, fuck with your boy, look
here go my mixtape, right (I don't know what you're talking about)
I don't know you, you know what I'm saying?
That why I do this shit so I can meet people (what?)
You know what I'm saying?
I don't really know how to talk (please, I don't, I don't understand)
So I do this, so I could meet people
You know what I'm saying? just give 'em my shit
Hopefully, you pass it on
If you don't, you know what I'm saying (speak slower)
Use it for a coaster, my nigga, you know what I'm saying? (please)
You still see me, that's all I, you know what I'm saying?
It is what it is, but look
I'm finna go in here right and see what's up with this, this, this dog
I'm finna come right back, y'all boy good, you know what I'm saying?
Just lock the door, but this my shit (wait, where are you going?)
So when you see me, unlock my shit, nigga
I don't wanna play
don't want to have to beat one of y'all nigga ass (wait, wait, wait)
But you know, but y'all good though, you feelin' what I'm saying?
Put the blunt in the ashtray, don't smoke my shit
You can hit it, but don't smoke all of it, real talk
I don't want to have to beat your ass
But look, I'm finna go see what's up with this dog
Y'all sure y'all don't want a dog now? (no)
Aight then, I'm gonna go walk to Atlanta (no, we don't, please)
Fuck-ass nigga

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Eian Undrai Parker, Markus Alandrus Randle, Olu O. Fann