Excommunicado

I walk around with a list full of people
Didn’t fuck with me when I was zero
Might as well tap their names with the needle
Remember all the times they kicked me out the table
I be like John Wick coming stable
I don’t pay no mind to all my haters
I get paid to write with no fucking label
Racks up in my mind like a pool table
Aye I’m just careful
Cause you ain’t faithful
So what you here for
If you was downfall
You really got the nerve to think that you can come back
You left me in the dirt
Back when I had no gas
Back when I had no gas
Back when I had no path
Now they think I’m jetlag
Usually, across the world map
Music across the world map
And I ain’t have no roadmap
Still driving 95 on the 91
Wrkin 95 with the 951
Hittin up my line like its 911
I don’t got the time for a 1 on 1
I be here to find like a poltergeist
«Wrkin In Silence» like I’m on a heist
I could never lie that’s on Jesus Christ
Gotta keep myself from the evil eyes
You really got the nerve to think that you can come back
You left me in the dirt
Back when I had no gas