I watch the signs
Watch the seasons
Watch these fools change
In front of your eyes
n*ggas get wiped off the food chain
Hope for my demise
But it’s only gon’ bring you pain
Running around blind boy
Now watch me blow up
Butane
I'm off with the squad, got a whip off the lot
Out the window like Pac, man I know
If awful distraught, I just pick up and call
Say let’s split us bottle I’m on
Seen a lot of problems, chips like Estrada
All we after since our mamas
Put us in position to reverse our situations
Hella zeros with the commas
I know what I want,big ol’ chunk of the pie making our stars align
Shots in the dark start to land so the plan is to cut out all malign
My cousin still playing in the streets I’m worried
They shooting like they married to Ayesha Curry
What’s happening holla at me what’s the word
It’s only getting hotter yeah I must concur
I’m referring to myself I’m popular
The bigger motherf*cker on the roster
A woman with ass is what I much prefer
If she ain’t f*cking me that’s a knock on her
Twerk it for a n*gga in some Karl kani
Cause b*tch I’m on fire I’m burned alive
Why everything you do not quite as live
And everything I do is so mid July huh?
I watch the signs
Watch the seasons
Watch these fools change
In front of your eyes
n*ggas get wiped off the food chain
Hope for my demise
But it’s only gon’ bring you pain
Running around blind boy
Now watch me blow up
Butane
n*ggas stay switching heard he snitch and need a new name
Used to be your homie now he walk around with your dame
She chose up, so what, quit crying like a hoe, lame
Fake LA-ers phony players cat calling from a mile away
Super sticky boy I’m high all day
Act tricky n*gga I don’t play
So don’t be f*cking with me
Especially when I need all my pay
Ain’t no exceptions n*gga sun or rain
Oh now you ducking from me
Nah I ain’t even ‘bout to get mad
Y’all n*ggas desperate and it’s so sad
And n*ggas always got the same stale face if they see I copped a whip or hopped up in a new place
With my new watch, and new rings
I came up, so it seems
With new goals, the same team
I get dough, by any means
I watch the signs
Watch the seasons
Watch these fools change
In front of your eyes
n*ggas get wiped off the food chain
Hope for my demise
But it’s only gon’ bring you pain
Running around blind boy
Now watch me blow up
Butane