[Chorus]
Look, skip the small talk
I see you only tuning in when the ball drops
Off top, don’t recall you at the local gigs
Think you coming back around? you can hold my dick

Let pop my shit, it’s been a minute
I recognize real, you gettin no recognition
Chip on my shoulder from people who didn’t show up
No love shown since you chose up

[Verse 1]
416 days, I’m putting the 10,000 in
Locked in my room like I’m grounded guess
The hours that you put into it, they don’t promise an audience
But as soon as you get poppin, they gone call you quick

Like I supported him first, I’m at a shortage of words
How the fuck did you contribute to this portrait of work
Ask to hear the new songs, you ignore it, the nerve
I don’t fault you, but you be awarded the perks

Yeah it hurts, I changed, I turned to an asshole
Don’t buy the tickets, feel entitled to the back door
Cause if it’s not free, pay me with excuses
I never see the actions that you claim you doin
And once them checks up, they gone hit your line to check up
I coulda put you on, but you messed up
And I’m a gaucho, I work my ass off
Time to crop the fakes, up out of the backdrop

[Chorus]
Look, skip the small talk
I see you only tuning in when the ball drops
Off top, don’t recall you at the local gigs
Think you coming back around? you can hold my dick

Let pop my shit, it’s been a minute
I recognize real, you gettin no recognition
Chip on my shoulder from people who didn’t show up
No love shown since you chose up

[Verse 2]
Now I’m back in the hometown, and I’m on tour
Selling out shows now, heard they all viewing
Talk down on the socials, but you posted in the back
With the status could intercept your chick and never throw her back

This a comeback story, think it’s better seeing
Me getting slept on, my surface made of tempurpedic
My ex in her bed post about me, I can’t comfort her
Exing out the extra shit, and throw away the love for her
I’m burning bridges down, that were bound to catch on fire
Turned the clique around, I can’t surround myself with liars
My brother’s at my service, that’s who I’m in the bentley with
R8’s the only other circles that you’ll catch me in

You didn’t make it to the latter days
Cause you only climbed on for the accolades
And I’m a gaucho, I work my ass off
Can’t let a leech syphon off the gas cost

[Chorus]
Look, skip the small talk
I see you only tuning in when the ball drops
Off top, don’t recall you at the local gigs
Think you coming back around? you can hold my dick

Let pop my shit, it’s been a minute
I recognize real, you gettin no recognition
Chip on my shoulder from people who didn’t show up
No love shown since you chose up

[Outro]
Look