(Hey Junyer it's time!)

C. O. X. E.

You goin' to get right with this

I’ma call the other one,

Hit me on my iPhone,

Baby don’t disrespect me or hear the dial tone—

Yeah, wanna get your mind blown,

Blame it on the outcome,

Blame it on the outcome.

I done came up out the basement,

Now I’m right back where I came from,

Tryna show ’em I’m the same one,

Blame it on the outcome...

Look—

I came from the red clay, sunburnt on the highways,

Dreams heavy like church doors on a Friday,

Mama said “Boy, don’t fold when the nights gray,”

Pressure turn a young man diamond—my way.

I was ridin’ with a purpose, hurtin’ but I’m certain,

Every closed curtain gave a new sermon,

Now I move different, whole spirit been emergin’,

Tryna make peace with the parts of me that’s learnin’.

I don’t do drama, I don’t vibe with the nonsense,

Hard to show love when they move with no conscience,

Baby if you call and I don't pick, use caution—

Respect goes both ways, that’s the doctrine.

I’ma call the other one,

Hit me on my iPhone,

Baby don’t disrespect me or hear the dial tone—

Yeah, wanna get your mind blown,

Blame it on the outcome,

Blame it on the outcome.

I done came up out the basement,

Now I’m right back where I came from,

Tryna show ’em I’m the same one,

Blame it on the outcome...

Hard times made me,

Long nights raised me,

If they talk down now, that don’t faze me—

Everything I lost, yeah it shaped me,

Everything I am, God gave me...

I been walkin’ through the fire, still smell like the smoke,

Every L I ever took, I wear it proud like a coat,

Every doubt, every joke, turned fuel when they spoke—

Now the boy done leveled up, gave hope to my folks.

I ain’t never had a handout, stood ten with the chin up,

Had to lose damn near everything just to win once,

Had to put the pain in the beat, let it sync up,

Now the words hit deep, let the speakers lift the bricks up.

Told shawty if you love me, then love me with grace,

Don't be trippin’ on my grind, don’t be throwin' no shade,

I’ve been fightin' for my peace like it’s minimum wage—

Now I charge for my presence, not a penny gets saved.

I’ma call the other one,

Hit me on my iPhone,

Baby don’t disrespect me or hear the dial tone—

Yeah, wanna get your mind blown,

Blame it on the outcome,

Blame it on the outcome.

I done came up out the basement,

Now I’m right back where I came from,

Tryna show ’em I’m the same one,

Blame it on the outcome...

They say I'm god's son, thankful that he take me

He waited and made me on the eighth day

Guess I should be glad he ain't forget me

That why me and you ain't the same thing

God's gift was a whip not a chain gang

Get a lift out it and let my chain hang

Hit the strip an trip where my gang bang

And when I die bet they say angel sang

That ain't gone be today I got dues to pay

Pass the plate I fill it with pocket change

Bet you never seen so many big faced

They be hundreds cause we not the same

Bills in bands used to be unfamiliar

Now got so many they say I'ma killer

But never went against god's will

I'm living by the book's word still

Been givin' back pickin' up the bill

Now sittin' in big house on the hill

I’ma call the other one,

Hit me on my iPhone,

Baby don’t disrespect me or hear the dial tone—

Yeah, wanna get your mind blown,

Blame it on the outcome,

Blame it on the outcome.

I done came up out the basement,

Now I’m right back where I came from,

Tryna show ’em I’m the same one,

Blame it on the outcome...