Truce Lyrics

And I'm not no motherfucker from a startup

Buffalo plaid scarf, she down like the parka

Far from where we started

Still I'm open-hearted

Baby hit a bargain

'Bout to reach the point it's tough to visualize a target

Aw shit, I been bumping Chopper City all day

'Member I ain't have a chance with her back in them high school hallways

Now the link tighter than a motherfucking bald fade

So when you dial, we on call waiting

Eastside busy cheffing this shit readied up to Bing

Order up for me and my wing gets the ring

Can't do shit for them when my left is like I'm Fring

Step in like a King

Records get to blinging

It became a choice, man the fuck have you been bringing?

Ear is to my voice 'cause it's up without the singing

Turned into the only one who's coming from New England

The tables started spinning

And we grew up in the sticks

Pulled up to my crib but she get service like the Ritz

Her friends thought I'm a hypebeast

They like, "Damn, he even spits"

I will laugh along with that, just know I keep a list

I don't fucking miss, wait

You should know you place

Tough to read it different when it's written on your face

How you say you safe?

That attention that you paid ain't gon' ever feel the same after I'm dead

And the off-key singing got my eyes red

I'm reserved but my name is not with Avis

Never took but the digits on the statement

Looking like they came from the Matrix (Folks listen)

Ha, now we need equations and now we need locations

And now we reminders this shit is really dangerous

The verses never had enough to make it out the basement

I really had the feeling I was 'bout to fucking waste it

You need to guarantee to me that sinning comes with Jason, yeah

It's wonderful to see all of you

And thank you for that lovely welcome, ladies and gentleman

Before I go any further, I have to find out

How did you like the entrance? Was that okay?

Did you like that entrance? Oh great

Last night I had way too much dream

Aaliyah told me to tell you to call me

Haven't parted ways with the studio Dolly

I need a decade of proving my worth still

So maybe I could try and meet up out in the lobby and let you redefine naughty

I got the tee plain white like teeth

Go out like a soldier and that's word to Mike Dean

It happens outside and you just might see, yuh

I won't let it be, till I'm running up a B

See, we need an A-lister on a deep cut

Toast up, really living days where they can't see us

Tryna spark a golden age redux

Baby turning necks and her handbag Medusa

Just like how you blew up, damn

She don't need your ass like a coupe to a Lamb

Soon enough it's you talking loose with your camp

Calling, tryna call another truce with the fam

But it's tough the shift the gear when I got two in my hands, aye

But the summer has already started

Struggle is getting too real, instead I'm just partying harder

Pardon the interruption, we need us a guardian angel

Need to be heartless sometimes but also I'm all for the faithful

Also, I'm all for the wall of fame being all at the table

That's at who willing and able