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OE
Billy Dean
Let's go
Riding down the highway in the motherfucking fast lane
Waiting for the chance to say the motherfucking cash came
I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed
Making sure that when I die they remember my last name
Out late with my homies, laughing all the way through Back Bay
Waiting in the station, pacing, trying to catch the last train
I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed
Making sure that when I die they remember my last name (Yeah, yeah)
All up in this rap game, hotter than a gas flame
I been getting stressed cos I can't do anything halfway
Hungry for success but what would you do if you had fame?
Flying high the next second hitting earth like a crashed plane
Feeling like my dad cos I been carrying this back pain
Knapsack full of past shame, showing up to class drained
Burned out like an ashtray, don't know how to act sane
Why the f*ck should I care what somebody on an app's saying
Still I gaze into this glass pane
About to crack, smash it in its frame
Ask the face looking back his name
Trying to ascertain if he wack or lame
I'm done acting tame
Acclimating to my aspirations
And my asthma making me gasp, I'm waiting
For this shit to pass but I'm lacking patience
Fascinating how I'm back to chasing this validation
Re-calibrating, then calculating
Your favorite rapper's assassination
On my Zero Dark Thirty, no Jess Chastain
Clean the plate like Cascade
Tryna be the greatest, Cassius Clay
In Mass masked up like masquerade on a Saturday, I'm back again
Riding down the highway in the motherfucking fast lane
Waiting for the chance to say the motherfucking cash came
I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed
Making sure that when I die they remember my last name
Out late with my homies, laughing all the way through Back Bay
Waiting in the station, pacing, trying to catch the last train
I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed
Making sure that when I die they remember my last name
Mayday mayday mayday
I been waiting on my pay day
Working hard like it's the slave days
People can't tell me bout bad days
I spent the year recovering from crashing (Yeah)
Checking myself the only way I'm cashing (Cash)
Bet on myself & I don't do the brag (Brag)
Don't leave my crib unless it bring a bag in
Questioning everything no one's asking
This shit is taxing
Money attraction
Need bigger figures cuz I'm done with fractions
You don't get pictures, I'll give you captions
(Pay attention)
Rappers I head crack em
Murder the beat stack em
Body & feet spasms
Tryna compete
With Billy Dean
You'll be average
Imitation flattery
Screen grabbing
That is a knee slapper
When I get hype they Curb My Enthusiasm
Shit is not a joke, it's a sarcasm
Larry David & I aim for plasmas
And platinum plaques
And yenom backwards
I stretch out flows like a chiropractor
I travel round the world I'm a black packer
Soon as I touch down give me Green Bay Packers
Building self esteem don't need a tractor
Turn words to a stream call the pastor
Gaster
God
It's a rapture
Can't catch up
Main squeeze no bachelor
Good day is Old Bay and cheese grits
And I don't need a big thing on my wrist
I'm tryna reach the sky like I'm Quidditch
Some days I'm down, but nah I won't quit!
Dean!
Okay
OE & Billy Dean on a track is all you could've asked for
2019 came on the scene, fucked shit up, now I'm back for more
And I'm apt to tour
Get a couple more stamps in my passport
I score off the backboard as a last resort
This rap mature
Not after core fans of Macklemore
I am the coldest & you can see why, ay
This some shit you cannot buy, ay
When I rap I do not lie, ay
Please stay the f*ck out of my way
Boy I never had a MySpace
These days I'm not sure I like Ye
But Imma Touch the Sky before I die, play
With my name, then we don't vibrate
I make
Pupils dilate when I switch the flow
Lotta folks telling me they see the glow
But it don't mean shit if you do not show
To the shows & you know that I'm coming for some motherfucking necks
If you do not like me boy I do not give a f*ck about it, but if nothing else you gonna Show me some respect
None of y'all are really ready for what's coming next
If you stepping to me, you better come correct
Wrote a book, left a semester early, there's no questioning my intellect
And when I drop my next project, it's gonna be on some epic shit, word to Brecht
Still tryna find the best way to make all my interests intersect
And if you sent a text and I haven't replied yet, just give me a sec, cos I'm
Riding down the highway in the motherfucking fast lane
Waiting for the chance to say the motherfucking cash came
I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed
Making sure that when I die they remember my last name
Out late with my homies, laughing all the way through Back Bay
Waiting in the station, pacing, trying to catch the last train
I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed
Making sure that when I die they remember my last name
