H.A.L.T.

Yo, it's part of my ritual, Stack up my chips until I'm feeling invisible

I know it's habitual, paper in general yeah it be coming in intervals

Get off of my genitals Bank of America be thinking a nigga a criminal

I must admit, the support was minimal And that used to, used to get me down

No, no, not, now, who fuckin' with me now? None of you clowns

And they won't tempt me now

To, to, step down, I got the recipe now The whole crew eat now

See I done been denied Way too much now before

I used to be like, God, see what you hating me for?

And then I said, said, nah, nigga, build your own road

It went from may I please to Who gon' stop me for sure

You know, know