Sorry for the wait, man
Album coming August 29th now
Time to let me do this thing

Ain’t nobody fucking with me
First-degree murder, you can get your degree, motherfucker
And you ain’t gotta wonder about me, Wonder Woman
Tune gon’ ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan
Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gonna hate
Pound of the kush, call that bitch “pound cake”
I hit it from the back and make that bitch about-face
And then I gotta split, sorry, baby, sour grapes
She whine, “Baby, don’t leave”
I duck that bullshit, bob and weave
Everybody trippin’, but I ain’t never trippin’
Leave your ass flatter than my new television
I’m talking ’bout money and the power, power and the money
This shit is magic: Stan Van Gundy
I’ma run this shit ’til I’m the last man running
Mack, light that shit, then pass that to me
Young Money, motherfucker, yeah, we that shit
Yeah, Weezy go hard like Cialis
Don’t love that bitch, I fucked that ho
She pop X, I smoke O’s—tic-tac-toe
And I stink ’cause I got a lot of shit on my mind
They say numbers don’t lie—is that a 6 or a 9?
I stand in front of the cloc’k ’cause I’m ahead of the time
Knock your pussy ass off and send your head to your mom
I ain’t playing with niggas, no, sir, not me
And they can’t blindfold what my third eye see
Yeah, I was locked up, but like a bird, I’m free
And the coupe transform, no Tyrese
Hello, goodbye, where are you, Wayne?
I’m somewhere in between joy and pain
And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds
Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground
Now, ain’t that about a bitch? It ain’t never ’bout a bitch
I’ll take your bitch and make her everybody bitch
Backed up by a bunch of G-ass niggas
And I just bought your girlfriend some kneepads, nigga
Eagle Street, where the real niggas hung
I’ma rep that shit ’til kingdom come
Yeah, $hort bring the drank, I bring the blunts
Fucking with me, it’s blood, brains or guts, ha!
Fuck y’all, for real, though
Sleep with the hammer under the pillow
Get into the room, bend her over like her elbows
Soon as I’m done, peel off like Velcro
Gone, baby, I’m stoned
Smoking on the strong, got a huge-ass bong
Swag off the hook, you can’t use that phone
Stopped at the light and put my roof back on
One time for the Gs
The niggas got it locked, the niggas with the keys
The niggas on the block, the niggas on their Ps and Qs
Put your bitch-ass on the evening news
Jumping in the game, better read the rules
High as a bitch, yeah, that’s me on the moon
Fuck with me, die soon, not late
And I’m sorry for the motherfucking wait—Tunechi!