| That ginger float in my cup | 
| Proceed to roll me one up | 
| Them hoes that can tell me nurn' | 
| 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 just not 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 | 
| Cuzzo hit me on tour, ask what the fuck I be 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 on 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 today | 
| Feel it up | 
| Give it away, give it away, give it away, give it away | 
| Give it up | 
| And I told him, I said | 
| «You know what, to whom much is given, much is required» | 
| So, you know we gettin' closer and it’s like, «Oh my God.» | 
| And 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. | 
| Y’all ready 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, what it take | 
| To make the best of my situation | 
| And, I admit, that for a minute | 
| I, I couldn’t tell you what, what I was chasing | 
| But still, it’s no excuses, though it’s no excuses | 
| Known for spitting truth way before the booth | 
| Don’t get comfortable just 'cause I fuck with you | 
| 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 | 
| 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 to 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 the phase, pick up the phase, pick up the phase, pick up the phase | 
| Pick it up | 
| Feel it today, 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 | 
| Aye 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 out here | 
| Y’all ever been to Atlanta? | 
| Hm, no this is uh, first time | 
| This shit real man | 
| Aye yo why y’all nigga, why y’all nigga ain’t got no hoes | 
| Y’all ain’t got no hoes | 
| Aye fuck with your boy look, here go my mixtape | 
| You know what I’m saying? | 
| That why I do this shit so I can meet people | 
| You know what I’m saying? | 
| I don’t really know how to talk | 
| 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 | 
| Use it for a coaster my nigga, you know what I’m saying | 
| 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 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 | 
| 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 boy | 
| But y’all good though, y’all feelin' what I’m saying | 
| Put the blunt in the ash tray, 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 see what’s up with this dog | 
| Y’all sure y’all don’t want a dog now? | 
| Aight look though, welcome to Atlanta | 
| Fuck ass nigga |