square one

Hey

Back to square uno

I'm still tryna feed my daughter off this tune-o

I don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be debted

So I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes

Nigga, I got one question, is you comin' or not?

Is this expression or I'm comin' to rot

Let me know before I put my whole soul in a pot

Hope I can trust you

Show my face at sixteen and had the world in my damn hands

What an adrenaline rush, I came for the grand slams

Moments of hope was just peekin' out of them samples

Made them feel like how I felt 'til I had every answer

Passin' wave forms of sun peekin' into a mansion

Graduating early, baby, they can't hold me for ransom

Went to North Carolina, spent three months in that campus

Still got my Aggie pride, but left the fines and advances

I blinked and I was sober again

Seeing the world in the middle of October again

This shit I had up in my hand was a number to morsel

I stopped listening when niggas tell me that was a win

I learned restlessness from my mom, I get it, honest

That magic fleedin', it's ever my amnesia, chronic

I'm starvin' my stomach, been twistin' and turnin', sitting hollow

You pack these pockets for this future, I swipe it off 'em

I said I'm back to square uno (bitch)

I'm still tryna feed my daughter off this june-o

I don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be debted

So I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes

Nigga, I got one question, is you comin' or not?

Is this expression or I'm comin' to rot

Let me know before I put my whole soul in a pot

Hope I can trust you

Gramophones sittin' by my fireplaces, gold

I got it for the record that they bailed at all the shows

My son think it's perfect and it's his age-mates agree

But I feel like I got a million more tries to go

Ran around the world more times than I can count

Had the check clear more times than I can pout

Then came home, the clumps of wool sittin' on the floor

'Cause the teeth of my self doubt sunk right in the couch

Ever since the room saw them fangs growin' out

Never left that first square, I got grades goin' out

They all in the open for my little boy to see

I cannot decide if I want him to mirror me

The good news is that I don't gotta make a choice

'Cause he gon' do it anyways, a spite of what I could voice

I wish him good luck when he travel down the path

And if he find a balance then we both gon' rejoice