Second Call - Bryson Tiller

Alright, bro

Yeah, ha, yeah

My bad, my bad, I’m fuckin' with it

Easy

You got better, you got better at rappin' for sure but, yo

Thank you, thank you, what’s up?

What’s up with that singin' shit, nigga?

Wait, you been rappin' the whole tape

so far, bro, it’s Killer Instinct, man, we need some of them fuckin' vocals

I’ma, I’ma get to it, bro, I just, it’s the singin' shit be takin' me a little

longer

Yeah, bro, don’t be forgetting 'bout your R&B fans, bro, feed 'em

Yeah, man, I feel it, but man, fuck—, man, I’m just doin' me right now, man,

chill out

What you mean, chill out, nigga?

I’m you in the future

And you should probably listen to what the fuck I got to say

I, I feel you, bro, but like my whole next album is just me singin', bro,

I gotta—, I’m just kinda havin' fun right now

Alright, so, give 'em a little bit of the singin' shit, you know what I’m

sayin'?

You ain’t even really gotta do too much, just—, just a couple little songs and

then you know, we’ll let you go, get back to your album

Alright… I’ma send you somethin'

Ayy, look, look, man, I’m not hatin' on your rap shit, bro

And I don’t mean to lecture you

But listen, man, look, when it’s—

You gotta remember of how you came—, hello?