Back In Office Lyrics
Young Sabastian back in office
Slipped outta the back in a flyin’ saucer
“Cristela, where we at?” Declinin’ offers
I hear n***** rap and can make salsa
Tomato, tomato, it’s all sauceless
This feel like Draino to y’all faucets
Superhero, this my negro solstice flow
They hear my shit and then adopt it like a foster home
My granny workin’ hard, the main person I call upon
Gold chain hang from my collarbone
I was the same guy in her college dorm
And I ain’t never had a college dorm
Body like a bottle and her skin tone terracotta
I’m from Chicago, we invented mobsters
Some call me “Saba,” others call me “Saba”
As long as it’s love, it’s not a problem
I filet a voyeur like I’m Óscar de la Hoya
Fuck is y’all lookin’ at?
Hot potato, oil, I can fry the game or boil
They like, “Fuck is y’all cookin’, crack?”
Got n***** askin’, “Is it jazz or is it rap?”
I’m a bit imaginative, I’m where the ribbon at
In the sky, I can write like Jack Kerouac
I can say anything, it don’t even have to match
I can wear anything, it don’t even have to match
When it comes to rap peers, I don’t even have a match
Like a smoker lookin’ for a light, pattin’ they jacket flaps
Raised by the old school, G-pa in the Cadillac, that’s
Young Sabastian back in office
Slipped outta the back in a flyin’ saucer
“Cristela, where we at?” Declinin’ offers
I hear n***** rap and can make
This is for the amateurs, this is where the master rap
Some of them not amateurs, but next to me, they sound like that
My city like Gotham, but no, I am not Ben Affleck
Turn your head into a fraction, yeah, they will take half of that
I am not a hunter, but I grew up in that habitat
Life a uphill battle, but for me, was more a avalanche
Stackin’ up the bread, now I need everything I haven’t had
Milli after milli, they gon’ hear me like I’m Bangladesh
Cole passed on this beat back in 2009
I was but a young lad waitin’ to have my time
Knew that one day my story be celebrated
I guess I’m still waitin’, so fuck it, I’ma take it
Love myself enough, I can dodge through the stunts
Actin’ like a ruler, but could never measure up
Knew myself enough, I never questioned what I was
Manifested paradise and I was in the hood
Ten years plus now I been this good
Honey on me now, she heard about the buzz
Sign should say “Keep out,” the dog’s on a hunt
Labels tryna reach out, that’s every other month
Young Sabastian back in office
Slipped outta the back in a flyin’ saucer
“Cristela, where we at?” Declinin’ offers
I hear n***** rap, tell ’em, “Take caution”
Yeah