Testo Back in office Saba

Back in office

Young Sebastian back in office
Slipped out of the back in a flyin' saucer
"Christelo where we at?" declinin' offers
I hear niggas rappin', can make salsa

Tomato, tomato, it's all sauce-less
This feel like Draino to y'all faucets
Superhero, this my negro, sauced this 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 that 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 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 niggas 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, patch in they jacket flaps
Raised by the old schools, G-Pop in they Cadillac
That's-

Young Sebastian back in office
Slipped out of the back in a flyin' saucer
"Christelo where we at?" declinin' offers
I hear niggas rappin', 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
Milly after milly, they gon' hit 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 can 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
Signs should say "Keep out", the dawg's on the hunt
Label try reach out, that's every other month

Young Sebastian back in office
Slipped out of the back in a flyin' saucer
"Christelo where we at?" declinin' offers
I hear niggas rap, tell 'em "Take caution"