You know what it is

Let's get it squared

(Excuse the construction, pardon our dust)

Pardon our dust, but these adjustments must be made

It's after dark, and I'm sharpenin' my trusty blade

I'm gettin' paid off of cuts we laid (ayy)

I would put it all in savings, if only I could just behave (no)

Let's discuss all the ups and downs

I've been around kings so close I could clutch they crowns

I never crave what was theirs, but it gave me a taste (ah)

Like the good life is somethin' that I maybe should chase (let's go)

I placed chips on the table and the wager was set back (yo)

Hopin' that it's not a major regret, I'm a dangerous threat (yeah)

Some fronted then they paid the respect

I'm from the age of the pager where we played a cassette

So I gotta rep the era I'm from, 'cause we're a dyin' breed (yo)

On the low I just wanna get high and read

How you growin' crops without buyin' seed? (Huh)

Everybody wants followers but nobody wanna try and lead

I beg your pardon but I'm just startin' (get it y'all)

I brought all my tools, it's time to build

So please be patient, I know you've been waitin'

I promise when we're through that you'll be thrilled

So pardon our dust

(It's time to build) (get it, y'all)

(Ti-ti-, time to build), you have to pardon our dust

(Ti-ti-ti-time, it's time, it's time to build), pardon our dust

Coastal promotion, float, paranoid packagin'

My dope life flashes just like a polaroid

Take this with you, take this missile to your back-strap

Jump out a plane and make history (blaw)

Slap box, piece to the crack spots, Middle America

Trailer parked, fiends be stealin' cash laptops

It's real gready and tent city

Foul fragrant, f****d up fragrance for the vague ones

Pardon these dust, plus this underarm musk

And make George Clinton second guess this type of funk (yeah)

Right now, honestly, I'm up

The type to confess my sins, body in the trunk

One for the A's and two for the spades

This is how it sounds when you catch a fade

The toolbox from the boom docks with the sharpest blade

My 16's we turn a room to a backup shade

I beg your pardon but I'm just startin' (get it y'all)

I brought all my tools, it's time to build

So please be patient, I know you've been waitin'

I promise when we're through that you'll be thrilled

So pardon our dust

(It's time to build) (get it, y'all)

(Ti-ti-, time to build), you have to pardon our dust (yeah) (build, build)

(Ti-ti-time, it's time to build), pardon our dust

Architect, arm, a leg, a leg, a arm, head, neck (uh)

Artist plus activist, become artivist

Archaeologist, diggin' up the Arc of the Covenant (woo)

Artisanal (ah), I cook up dope traditional

Analog lines, microphone fiend sniffin' you bumps all

Likes to clip dive and I jumps off (woo)

Kiss my ass, cannonball with my trunks off, dumps on

Even shower in construction tent (rah)

Don't you ever disrespect me, I f*ck with names (bing-bang)

Cut off a busters limbs, give them plastic arms and feet, plastic hat

Mr. Potato hat, that's how you bastards at (oh, mama's cubs)

Being diamond that's a classic track (oh, mama's cubs)

Me and Dylan, there is not ceilin'

Do all the old skyscrapin', that is top buildin' (get it?)

I beg your pardon but I'm just startin' (get it y'all)

I brought all my tools, it's time to build

So please be patient, I know you've been waitin'

I promise when we're through that you'll be thrilled

So pardon our dust

(It's time to build) (get it, y'all)

(Ti-ti-, time to build), you have to pardon our dust

(It's time, it's time, it's time to build), pardon our dust

Thank you for ridin'

Please pardon our dust as we continue to build

Get it, y'all