Still Grindin'
[Verse 1] Twenty-eight years deep and you still on the clock Scanning boxes in the warehouse, yeah you grinding nonstop Got forty pairs of sneakers lined up wall to wall But you rotate the same two like you scared of them all You quote Lil Wayne at the dinner table, dead serious face Told your mom "real Gs move in silence" — bro, that's a disgrace She said "Marcus pass the salt" and you said "no new friends" We all heard it, we were there, we will never forget [Chorus] Happy birthday Marcus, yeah we love you for real But bro you bet three hundred on a "can't lose" deal It lost, Marcus, it lost in the third And you still bringing it up like we ain't already heard [Verse 2] You call everybody bro — your boss, your aunt, the priest You called the Uber driver bro, you called the police Said your warehouse job is temporary, just a phase Bro it's been four years, that's a phase with holidays The sneakers still in boxes, tags still on the toe You saving them for what exactly? Nobody know But when the beat drops right and your moment finally comes We'll all be right there clowning you — that's love, bro, that's love [Chorus] Happy birthday Marcus, yeah we love you for real But bro you bet three hundred on a "can't lose" deal It lost, Marcus, it lost in the third And you still bringing it up like we ain't already heard