Your Loss

If you don’t want me now then it’s your loss
Couldn’t walk a mile in my Vans
I don’t even got it as a cost now
Two-three quarter million in my hands eh
Circle feeling gated
I ain’t getting faded
Ride around Columbus got me feeling like we made it
Waited, waited all of my life
Waited, waited all of my life
Take that down a notch, bring that back
Write a song and fill the bag
Spent a hundred K on business yeah I made it back
Benz all black
Say I’m trash swear that made me blast
Yeah I loved my last but I could never take her back
On to better things now, family, music, homies
Left on read back then, now they swearing that they know me
Welcome to the come up, everyone fake
Go on, get out my face
Go on, get out my face
If you don’t want me now then it’s your loss
Couldn’t walk a mile in my Vans
I don’t even got it as a cost now
Two-three quarter million in my hands eh
Circle feeling gated
I ain’t getting faded
Ride around Columbus got me feeling like we made it
Waited, waited all of my life
Waited, waited all of my life
I ain’t perfect, made mistakes at least I own up
Ironic, people talking numbers now below us
Swear this all I know, swear this all I wanted
Used to hate my life now I got blessings in the bonus
And I do it for the fam, came up for a cheque
I’ma drop these albums till my lungs got nothing left
Manifested, been obsessed with my growth
I’m so close I can taste the people praying I choke
If you don’t want me now then it’s your loss
Couldn’t walk a mile in my Vans
I don’t even got it as a cost now
Two-three quarter million in my hands eh
Circle feeling gated
I ain’t getting faded
Ride around Columbus got me feeling like we made it
Waited, waited all of my life
Waited, waited all of my life