Late Text

(Verse 1)

Yeah, another night, another flight I probably shouldn't be on

Got a view of the city I built this legacy upon

You sending texts at 3 a.m. 'cause you saw I was online

Talking 'bout the old times, talking 'bout what you find

When you search my name and shock yourself with how much has changed

Used to be so simple, now it's complicated, I guess that's strange

You remember the condo on the east side, the one near the water?

Now I'm making moves you can't trace, decisions getting harder

I used to make the anthems, the ones for the real ones

Now I just make deposits and pray I don't lose the feel, hun.

(Chorus)

'Cause it's a late text, at the wrong time, on the wrong night

You know the spotlight ain't got no dimmer switch, it's just bright

And I can't be seen with the ghost of a past I had to leave

Used to believe in forever, now I just believe in me

Yeah, just me and the crew, no time for déjà vu

The 6 God, always running, what else am I supposed to do?

(Verse 2)

You ask if I'm happy, that's a question I avoid

My soul with no leak at the seam, but I'm feeling kinda void

I'm either in the studio 'til the sun's out, or I'm overseas

Trying to find some peace of mind, floating on the breeze

They say I'm in my feelings, but I'm just telling the story

Got 'em talking 'bout the big three, man, it's just big me in this category

From the bottom to the top, with no handouts, just my own sound

You want to come back now, when I'm the king of the town?

Nah, this ain't a diss, it's a fact, I'm just laying down the facts

If you're reading this, it's too late, check the plaques

(Chorus)

'Cause it's a late text, at the wrong time, on the wrong night

You know the spotlight ain't got no dimmer switch, it's just bright

And I can't be seen with the ghost of a past I had to leave

Used to believe in forever, now I just believe in me

Yeah, just me and the crew, no time for déjà vu

The 6 God, always running, what else am I supposed to do?

(Bridge)

You got short memories, I got long money

It used to be funny, now it's just kind of tragic

How we went from something real to just a little bit of magic

That faded when the fame came, when the cameras started flashing

Now I'm dodging AI covers and industry plants, the new fashion

Trying to stay authentic, while the whole world keeps on crashing

Around me, but I stand tall, like I'm made of concrete

Still hitting that high note, still blending the R&B

(Outro)

Late text... wrong time.

Yeah.

You know who it is.

OVO Sound, forever.

We out here, always.

Don't hit me in the morning.