[Verse 1]
Uh, made a lil' name for myself
Handing out my records like "Hey, gimme twelve"
Never taking the help, kid made it from hell
Return of the mack but he raking more sales, uh
Broke down, went blind, went mad
Had to feel on some Braille
In the middle of the ocean chasing the whale
Kick-flipping, landed with a face in the rail
Building my colossus, hard to take in the scale
Y'all basic as hell
We aren't the same, no
You aren't the main, bro
You just a lame ho

[Chorus]
Give me a minute, we gon' get it
We gon' get it in time
Far from finished, so sick with it
Reaping millions from dimes
So far in it, at this point, quitting considered a crime
The penalty really a fine
Keeping it real in ya mind
Give me a minute, we gon' get it
We gon' get it in time
Far from finished, so sick with it
Reaping millions from dimes
So far in it, at this point, quitting considered a crime
Really, my village is fine
Tryna work up to divine
[Verse 2]
So don't step foot upon my boat
Feeling outcast with 3 Stacks quotes
Me gon' outlast ya like whole notes
'Round my castle, a black-ass moat
For the fans that's gon' scratch they throats
For some fiberglass that's mixed in my coke
My music really the murder she wrote, ooh
Way off of the target, I'm tripping
It's hard when you talking 'bout feelings
Your mind really running the distance
Yeah, no kidding
And everything's not an excuse, but
If I take a sip from the juice, then
My gums flapping awfully loose
And then they out spreading the news, word
And we don't really ask permission like that
So if by any chance, this getting you mad
Then take a ladder, get up off of my back, please
I'm really the bees knees
My flow be on freeze, skis
You can try to delete me
I'm still on your repeat

[Chorus]
Give me a minute, we gon' get it
We gon' get it in time
Far from finished, so sick with it
Reaping millions from dimes
So far in it, at this point, quitting considered a crime
The penalty really a fine
Keeping it real in ya mind
Give me a minute, we gon' get it
We gon' get it in time
Far from finished, so sick with it
Reaping millions from dimes
So far in it, at this point, quitting considered a crime
Really, my village is fine
Tryna work up to divine
[Verse 3]
Big, big, big thangs since the first mixtape
Sixteen, thinking "Hot damn, this shit's great"
Planted that seed, gave it water six years straight
Now it's growing into a tree, that was a quick wait
Baby, I'm branching out
Can't run out of topics to rap about
Way too many things that happen now
Then the family wanna wonder why I'm acting out, sheesh
My truth been out there
They just never really listened, I bet
So I'm sitting backstage and waiting
Like damn, is it even my time yet?

[Chorus]
Give me a minute, we gon' get it
We gon' get it in time
Far from finished, so sick with it
Reaping millions from dimes
So far in it, at this point, quitting considered a crime
The penalty really a fine
Keeping it real in ya mind
Give me a minute, we gon' get it
We gon' get it in time
Far from finished, so sick with it
Reaping millions from dimes
So far in it, at this point, quitting considered a crime
Really, my village is fine
Tryna work up to divine