Lyrics from GILGA Radio, ep. 2

[Verse]
How could I ever leave? (Yeah)
To have a mother on her own is not my pedigree
And have a baby on the phone, them "Daddy, when you comin' home?"'s
I had to sing them songs, bars for penitentiary
You didn't mention me at graduation (Nah)
That Kobalt check cannot replace a child's admiration (Nah)
I had to work, you needed food, not like I'm on vacation
You not a kid, them summers past, no, you was waitin' patient (Waitin' patient)
We're waitin' patient, I need a stadium (Yeah)
The sound sucks, I'll do this shit at the Palladium
Way back in 2011, these n***as hated 'em (Yeah)
Father timе, took out them clippers and he fadеd 'em (He faded 'em)
I don't mind if they don't play me at your BBQ (Nah)
I do what Stevie do, and wonder how we made it through
When Stevie dies, they'll be online like "I love this dude" (I love this dude)
Like n***a, where was you? (Where was you?) What is you talkin' 'bout?
I heard you talkin' down
They'd rather place them on your grave
Then have you walking 'round with bouquets
When Virgil died, I cried for two days
Small moments build up the pain to make a classic and have you Chadwick
It makes you mad sick (Mad sick)
The blood stain on a tissue, the stress cause GI issues
The truth is that they miss you, they love you when they diss you
This ain't a comeback (Nah), I never left, I just completed all my side quests
He makin' boba, bought a farm, and all this nonsense
They call you crazy and that's fair without the context
They never mention how this fame is hard to process
It doesn't matter when you droppin' if it's timeless
(It doesn't matter when you droppin' if it's timeless) (It's timeless, it's timeless, it's timeless)