Lyrics

[Intro] (Deep breath, Gates-style talking, low voice, real emotion in delivery)
Yeah… been a minute, huh?
Too real to fake it…
Too solid to break, I stand on that…
(Uhhhhh, yeah, yeah… let’s go…)

[Verse 1] (Riding the beat, fast and real—like a conversation, but still flowing hard)
Hello, hello…
How you been? You ain't call, ain’t wrote
You still mad? Holdin’ that grudge?
I ain't stressin', I'm stackin' my dough
Went through hell tryna hold it together
You let me drown, had to swim on my own
Heart too big, I could never be selfish
But love don’t work when you love on your own

[Pre-Chorus] (Melodic, stretched-out, Kevin Gates pain-filled delivery)
Wishing I was kissing on youuuu
I’m sick of wanting and missing on youuuu
I’m sick of stressin’, I’m stuck obsessin’
(If you only knew... yeahhh...)

[Chorus] (Hard-hitting, but soulful, aggressive bass behind the words, Gates-style rhythm switch-up)
Now I’m grindin’, got racks, had to boss up, moveeeee
I got diamonds on me, but my heart still bruiseddddd
Missing on youuuu... stressing on youuuu...
(If you only knew... yeahhh... yeahhh...)

[Verse 2] (More personal, fast yet meaningful delivery, aggressive but vulnerable—Kevin Gates storytelling energy)
Stand on ten, but I will be damned
If commands are demanded, they don’t understand
Never could play me, never could break me
Bet when they see me, they know I’m the man
Had to fall back, you was movin' too shaky
Fake love strong, had me thinkin’ you hate me
Now I got options, I’m switchin’ locations
Private jets, out in Dubai, we racin’

[Bridge] (Emotional, almost whispered, real pain, melodic flow shift)
I could’ve loved you, I should’ve told you
But I was too numb, yeah, I was too cold too
Demons inside me, I can’t control ’em
I put in work, I ain’t sellin’ my soul and—

[Chorus] (808s knocking, real emotion, strong finish, Gates-style aggressive passion in delivery)
Now I’m grindin’, got racks, had to boss up, moveeeee
I got diamonds on me, but my heart still bruiseddddd
Missing on youuuu... stressing on youuuu...
(If you only knew... yeahhh... yeahhh...)

[Outro] (Beat fades, Kevin Gates-style deep breath, real talk in background, gritty delivery, fade out with emotion)
Yeah… uh… stand on business, I don’t fold
Love ain’t real when it ain’t ten toes
(If you only knew… yeahhh... yeahhh...)