Voicemail Lyrics

I know it's been a minute

Grab this soundbite to chew on

Dough and butter tucking in the oven bagging croutons

For a toast with the bread that we make and break

With the brethren never sever legends pen and pad no brakes

I'm on GO, teach my Suns with the pros

Joaquin Phoenix mindset, Devin Booker free throws

Pop a seal and splash my shot, I be golden like Klay

Got them hands like Cassius when I'm hittin' round three

Remember trapping off the lawn, cutting grass to make a flip with the potnas

You either mind your business or you lose ya fucking mind when they shot ya

Dragging through the mud, wash it clean so you good for da dollars

'Tryna make a sale, pray you ain't up in a cell if they spot ya

We got trees to blow

And I'm speeding slow

Is you down to ride?

'Cause I need to know

When I be alone

You don't see ya phone

You don't call me back

When I need you though

Grips and money clips so all my paper never jam

I spit fax and if you copy?

Got a blueprint for ya mans

I'ma rant no Ja, Grizzlies ain't Chi like them Cubs

Smack the bass out ya face if I catch you throwing subs

But I don't pay no mind, 'cause they never making cents

Had to put up boundaries and now they knocking at the fence

Pardon me, the straight up hyperbole spittin'

Hyperbolic timing hittin', ultra instinct with the vision

Don't ask how I'm doing, I know you don't mean it

The past where I struggled, I know you ain't seen it

You tell me I changed, but I grew as a person

I felt from the pain, and I knew it was working

I thought we was plugged in, the bond was direct

Like an ethernet cable, but we don't connect

Through the climb and the fall

Through the boos and applause

Guess I miss you as much

As you missing my calls

We got trees to blow

And I'm speeding slow

Is you down to ride?

'Cause I need to know

When I be alone

You don't see ya phone

You don't call me back

When I need you though