TIL THE HEARSE COME

Now I ain't comin' for the title, but I'll take it if it's mine though
 Labels want percentage? You could save it like it's Geico
 I ain't doin' business with you lizards in my iPhone
 They know I got a eagle eye and lately I been flyin' low
 I been plyin' pressure, now I got what I applied for
 I found out that diamonds just don't hit like all my milestones
 I make in a year what rappers in my city sign for
 Twenty-five to life and they ain't ever seen a dime, hoe
 SA town, throwin' round my sound like a quarterback
 Where your quarters at? I'm in my bag, where my quarters at
 You imagine ballin', y'all ain't even where the court is at
 So heads up they tellin' tales, somethin' like a quarter's back
 They hit up my line, they getting declined, can't put these commas on hold
 At twenty-four, made twenty-five in just a month, yeah, I know
 I been on my grind, they typin' online, "he changed"
 Ha, you right though
 The state of my mind, been takin' flights, I finally stepped out of fight mode
 Got way too much to lose, think it's time I pay my dues
 So I just booked dinner for one and popped a bottle too
 Aye nah I'm trippin', can't forget the ones who said I'd lose
 Shots on me, I'll send a few, it's not the goose
 Yeah, we had roaches in our kitchen, clothes and dishes
 In my notebooks, had to squish them 'fore teachers would get suspicious
 I was hoping, wishing, but that hope shit and bitching
 I learned is so inefficient, I made some hooks and lines
 And that shit thrown to the fishes, let the Lord be my witness
 That pinching penny shit finished, labels beg for percentage
 While I sip Henny in Venice, I might just stay independent like VVS's
 But I can't give a fuck bout a necklace
 Until we good back home, I'm tryna bring them racks home
 Don't know when my last song, I gotta bring it back to him
 Hopefully in time for grandma, grandpa missed it last November
 Can't help but remember, life don't really last long
 So nah, I ain't come here to play, my name here to stay
 All of my numbers up, up and away, what's up, you say? I got nothin' to say
 I say enough with what's up in the safe, I'm upping the raid if you buggin' today
 He a bitch, I could tell, best tuck it away
 See how I ball? That's a bucket display
 But I'm still ridin' round Texas in my Versa
 Mama came to visit, had to tell her, put your purse up
 Spent a couple thou, had to burn some
 And by the way we livin' now, they can't believe that we were hurt once
 Haters real quiet, I thought I heard some?
 They pay so much attention to me, baby, I can't reimburse them
 Halfway through my second year and I tripled my first one
 So tell that bitch get back in here, ain't finished till the hearse come
 Till the hearse come