Yeah

Neptune

Yeah, I know you’re not a fan of me

Your party keeps demanding me

The car’s a neon canopy

I got to where you plan to be

I know you’re not a fan of me

Think you’re him, apparently

Another hundred bands for each

Of y’all who have abandoned me

It's not my fault she stans me

She's screaming like a banshee

The way my crew was moving

Think Miami has to ban me

I’m tapping on that tan peach

And passing on your bland beat

And rolling up that damn leaf

And rolling with my family

Bring 430 to the Grammys

Know you gotta see your man eat

From homegrown to the Superdome

That’s a different way to understand me

Started rapping on the school bus

Soon enough, was what the school bumps

Never loved the gimmicks, I just liked rap

I take the summer, then I’m right back

I'm spying someone on the flight back

In her DMs, she ain’t write back

She’s mooning me down at the Crescent

Rock star phase, being reckless

Rap star, it can get expensive

Time, money, and attention

Makes them forget about their message

Yes-men get them misdirected

Still come home to the city

Only difference, got a model with me

No high fashion, not my vibe

I write lines, don’t sell your line

No drip, but still make waves

You make the news, and I make pay

They know your name, scream my words

You’re the first star no one’s ever heard

Your manager’s like, where’d they find that?

Your label’s asking, can we sign that?

Gonna cheat my deal, never mind that

Madaket, where my mind’s at

No short gain over long game

Got strategy first

Wasn’t even trying to go talk to her

See gravity work

No, I know you’re not a fan of me

Your party keeps demanding me

The car’s a neon canopy

I got to where you plan to be

I know you’re not a fan of me

Think you’re him, apparently

Another hundred bands for each

Of y’all who have abandoned me

She flies south for the winter

Got her sign, the ceiling of the sprinter

You're cold, gave up on the game

I'm old school, it made me great

He isn’t with us, he’s second-rate

The dogs are all barking, let them hate

Underrated turns un-debated

Just let the record set the record straight

Your album’s ass, your girl’s is fake

DHGate courtside at the game

I got your city at my show

Name one of your bars, they won't know

You needed a team, I lapped you alone

You’re craving the scene, I stayed in the zone

I gave you a classic last season

I’m eyeing the Heisman, who is competing?

Who’s in the league, man, get in the portal

You had a moment, bro, you’re a Bortles

Loving your beats, but your ass is horrible

Ask who’s up next, the question’s rhetorical

Rap isn’t dead, the new wave’s come

And based on the record, K’s in the front

And based on the message, they want to come

And based on the mentions, I pay your month

They hated me then, hating me later

They get me excited, do me a favor

Not my opponent, live in my orbit

See, I define you, makes me important

Doctors thought I’d need a feeding tube

Now see what I’ve become

I’m making up for how they traded Luka

I stunt for where I’m from

I know you’re not a fan of me

Your party keeps demanding me

The car’s a neon canopy

I got to where you plan to be

I know you’re not a fan of me

Think you’re him, apparently

Another hundred bands for each

Of y’all who have abandoned me

I know you’re not a fan of me

Got to where you plan to be

Fuck all of that chicanery

Fuck y’all, my people stand with me

Y’all watch me and my clan eat

I’m passing on your brand, see

You still misunderstand me

I’m only for the family

Yee-hee!

Trivia:

I started the “South for the Winter” beat in November 2022 on the night that LSU upset Alabama, inspired by the game. The Logic file for the song itself is named “Baton Rouge,” after the location of LSU. This game was the same night that Notre Dame upset Clemson; I attended that game and was part of the student rush to storm the field. (So, yes, I came back from the stadium and began the beat.)

How the game was, is, and has to be

Keep simple in the hook and the action beat

The cache’s passé but it’s packing seats

Use a name till it’s no longer attracting me

Put the same old stories on the life support

You could only switch it up for a light reward

All defensive with your plot cause the right’s at war

And with the kids on the pulse, you brought knife to sword, it’s

IP, intellectual pimping

De-age them, get something to fit in

Surgical dreamers, we do as we learn

Swerve through the hate, so the middle won’t turn

A new star, better bet to be a burnout

Crossover episode, no, don’t churn out

Silicon Valley seeming necrophilic

Gild the dead, bet the rest will feel it

IP, I pimp the game

So the brand-new styles don't hit the same

Young bull, know time is patient

Just do your thing and

Build it up in waiting

IP, I pimp the game

So the brand-new styles don't hit the same

Young bull, know time is patient

Just do your thing and

Build it up in waiting

How the game was, is, and has to be

I can only reassemble worlds masterfully

Made a couple new gods and they tax a fee

Make it weightless for the kids, not a match for me

Cause you don’t pay to keep it real, like, actually

You want the MACs and the cat and the flash, you mean

Not what the facts from my past keep asking me

Not the everyday Guernica, the tragedy

Wrapped up in the tacky elaborately

Smashed up with the ass, the unnatural Ds

I can try to give you me, they’re still taxing me

If you sponsor, I’ll play how you imagine me, yeah

And here’s how it goes

The best of intentions a secret to code

We’re keeping it pre-known to pay for the show

We don’t learn to extract it, we tune up and smoke

IP, I pimp the game

So the brand-new styles don't hit the same

Young bull, know time is patient

Just do your thing and

Build it up in waiting

IP, I pimp the game

So the brand-new styles don't hit the same

Young bull, know time is patient

Just do your thing and

Build it up in waiting

How the game was, is, and has to be

See, I didn’t have the smile, didn't pass to me

I thought you heard the music, there’s raps to see?

No stage presence, man, this is cap to me

Still captive, spit for spins, traction

Quick to refract me, instant reaction

What if my blunders sum to one’s classic?

A rogue word erodes before plaques, and

Fuck it, I still want my name at the top of the bill

You've been possessed, ghostwriters, haram that I kill

Take your ass out of her pictures, I’m craving your girl

Grown American Dreaming, I’m afraid of the world

I’m just a normal-ass man, I’m afraid when I die

They won’t remember me, I’m better than most that survived

The highest echelon, I'd sell me to make it inside

The dog in me, something’s hunting if you can rewind

IP, I pimp the game

So the brand-new styles don't hit the same

Young bull, know time is patient

Just do your thing and

Build it up in waiting

IP, I pimp the game

So the brand-new styles don't hit the same

Young bull, know time is patient

Just do your thing and

Build it up in waiting

[phone call skit]

Trivia:

There were two prior introductions I tried before settling on the final drum opening. First was a string section interpolating a favorite childhood melody of mine that I scrapped, then a version incorporating the sound of a digital film projector. The final intro does contain a little Easter egg – a lighter flick sound in the background, referencing Lil Wayne’s lighter flick sound.

[mumbling intro]

Yeah

How it happens, Calabasas

That Dallas lures the actress

In the backrooms, have a hat trick

And then you show, now I’m captive

At first want pics for the co-sign

Now note how we simmer in the low light

Collide, focus on the most fine

And I know right now that it’s go time

Supersonic, skip the traffic

Draw blinds, we’re getting graphic

Girl, that ain’t a pool, that’s a lake

Baptize me in that mistake

Wait, though the vibe’s requited, I

Sign here, make love in silence

Not the one to go kiss and rap

And if you got no trust, I should get on back

So, if nobody knows

Then tonight I’m no idol

I’m alive and I’m low

It’s the price that you’ll take

If there’s really some magic

Or are you just in love with the status?

Or are you just in love with the status?

Or are you just in love with. . .

All blue faces, James Cameron

Shamu in that new mansion

You can’t come, leave the crew famished

Can’t play me or your boo’s dancing

Think shawty tried the Substance

And I hate myself to want this

Tell myself that we're made of atoms

And I just don't care how now you have them

But we don't admit these feelings

We dream about her, then thoughts are breaching

Like some things ought to stay impossible

But you know I have to chase the pot of gold

And I’m young, in heat on the West Coast

And every guy’s going to dive for the best lows

Hollywood, so it all can happen

Except for you, loved me past the rapping

So, let everyone know

That tonight I'm your idol

I'm the life of the show

Least I proved I can act

Cause I’m all out of magic

Like how’d I fall in love with the status?

Like how’d I fall in love with the status?

If I never left you, if I had to stay

If I never questioned, if you had your way

I’d let it go, you know I’m far too late now

Like how'd I fall in love with the status?

Money on the sheets, money on my mind

Sudden, I can’t breathe, think I flew too high

Can I find enough of me

To return to Earth tonight

White picket fence

Buy them thick with the breasts

Jumping up on a trend

Molly up in the Benz

When you finally crash

Make them reprint the tragic

Cause everyone’s in love with the status

Cause everyone’s in love with the status

If I never left you, if I had to stay

If I never questioned, if you had your way

I’d let it go, you know I’m far too late now

Cause everyone’s in love with the status

Cause everyone’s in love with the status

Trivia:

I started work on the music and lyrics for “The Status” before I’d even finished my 2022 album Running After The Sun. I had the “Or are you just in love with the status?” line done before summer of that year started!

Tragedy’s waiting to happen

I’m through with the music, the acting, I’m active

I now envision your office

Think of the moths I’ve been seeing, I’ll off them

Saw you make off with the dollars

You feed from the streets and laugh at the slaughter

The victim will lay with his robbers

Put you in hell, and nobody’s bothered

I’ve got the power right here in my hand

Someone will feel it tonight, take your stand

I thought you told me you wanted that gang shit

Now that you’re in it, not much of a fan

They keep believing the money contains us

Pray to the presidents, thinking they’ll save ya

I have no fear of the dead man

You’re way too brazen, feel the lead, man

We equalize shit with this instrument

Laying you stiff and the planet will witness it

You bought all the softer resistance

It’s better to never be born than to get this hit

The goons and payola got shit on this stick

I’ll wet up your artists, they’d all better dip

You picked out a soldier to send for me?

The kid is an offering, let him be

Cause I’ve got the power right here in my hand

This ain’t insanity, it’s the command

Handing out birds inside of the temple

Fucked up your life and I’m flipping your stand

You really thought that my arms were for purchase

Knew you would cross me, plotted your service

Ain’t a weapon besting what I have made

Here’s how it’s done, I’ll explain

Put it up to my enemy’s face

A man made of words with nothing to say

He went through some girls in the hour

Before he had money, he never was counted

It’s funny, he runs from himself

Lives through his reflection in everything else

Yet they’re calling the kid introspective

He’s calling his faults but missing the message

I’m holding my weapon right up to his brain

I don’t want the action, this actor will break

I said when you sought this celebrity shit

What were you pursuing, what’s making you tick?

You wanted the women?  He’s shaking his head

The money, the feeling of winning instead?

He’s giving the negative, seeming obsession-less

Ok, K-Wal, spit me a sentence

“I just wanted to matter

“Put my worth in my work, both shattered

“But I took back the power, the weapon’s the pen

“I’m sacrificing my persona, he’s dead”

Trivia:

“Sacrifice” was the last beat made and final song finished for Neptune — and the only beat for the album I made in 2025. I hadn’t finished the beat when I recorded the song, so I rapped over repeats of the main progression and finished composing afterwards.

War's coming

Magog's coming

Put up your hands for the Black Parade

Becoming Red Wedding from masquerades

Bread at the table and mask the rage

They’re killing the kids, and it’s mass debate

Beer that you're buying to blast away

Mad at an ad, and it fascinates

Citing your son as you castigate

Fly where I’m from, you ain’t patched the game

Bring it back when I was thirteen

45 was an absurd reach

On the TV and he’s always hating

And my homie’s different, ain’t know how to say it

Sixteen, had a poster girl

Born different, I ain’t know to hurt

Nineteen, then I’m feeling sick

You got to learn to fear a trans chick

You got to learn to idolize a song

Madder at that than a child gone

Matter of fact, did your child wrong

Married in secret and life is long

Really ask how the cops move

Imagine life inside a costume

As half your neighbors come accost you

Your whole soul is what it costs you

And really, we’re missing the shit

Cause the way that it’s going, there’s just poor and rich

Blue collar, blue out of college

If you take a pause, then we share all our problems

We all want to breathe, we all want to eat

We all need to love and to let it be seen

We all need a chance, we all need a shot

We all need some laws to compete with these bots

Couple different genes, couple different words

Make us fight ourselves, moving in reverse

Are you going to lay there or rise?

Same world seen through different eyes

Are you going to change or remain blind?

Cause you bet they’re coming for you some time

But it’s too much to go and fix yourself

Set the dogs out, how you’ll get yourself

Now, what?

Vets caping for a draft dodger

Funny when some wanna act bothered

All they hate is in their past comments

Losing words, seeing traitors

Eighth of the eighth for the anchors

Antenora for the ringleaders

Sell your girl, you may sink deeper

Sold your brother, crowd hates his colors

Take the Ms, another weeping mother

Daughters of God and you’re here to breed them

Turnt in the temple market with a reason

Fuck your position, what is it to Dante?

Back from the capping to fuck up a parlay

Laugh that we’re passionate, losing your future

Don’t have to thank us, karma will suit ya

Grace in the soul of the atheist

They’re closer to wanting the way He lived

And you could’ve led, I’m disgusted

It’s true evil that I’m stuck with

Herod, win it, if you got to

I know you know just what it costs you

A Christian country, I can tell

Cause now I’m believing in hell

K-Wal

Trivia:

“Antenora” was the first beat and last recorded song for Neptune. I started the beat in November 2021 and recorded vocals in March 2025!

The Logic file for “Antenora” is named “Necrozma,” which is a Pokémon.

All about the bands, and

Got to do that when you're God-abandoned

True music, how you got the fans and

Now on top and you forgot the plan and

Think you left it when you hopped the planet

Keep them chiefing, you can't drop your man, it's

The only tether to a truth that vanished

That ground zero, they can keep the vantage

OnlyFans get the clique romantic

Golden ratio, the wish is granted

Get another hit, hips expanded

I'm not a hypocrite, I understand it

We're in the business and it's underhanded

And when it's finished, we'll be something stranded

But can I ask for the sum demanded

You want the real, got to run and can it

We take our blame

They told us so

We can't distinguish

Faces here below

Is it late for me

To make new dreams

Cause now I see

That I am not where I should be

Drop the charges, he's with your favorite

Disavow the message that plays on your playlists

Talk about the canon like you can't tell we say shit

Listen for your echoes in me, try to escape this

Love the game, so you claim, you invest in it, then?

You dedicate the time to look for the best in it, then?

Or you complain of what's served without searching for more?

Play the game at new pace, if they're waiting, they're bored

Paid for lacing beats, in itself, the award

Or do you come for something else, give yourself, be adored?

Cause if I trade me, then tell me, what's my legacy?

Right now it's hustle, keep it real, get where you're meant to be

You want to trend with everyone or be legend to some?

I've seen them chase the other way and be mentioned to none

And so, desert triumphs erode

Know we all should be hanging, pariahs to popes, so

We take our blame

They told us so

We can't distinguish

Faces down below

Is it late for me

To make new dreams

Cause now I see

That I am not who I should be

Trivia:

The chorus vocals in “Lucid” are slightly pitched up, adding some brightness to them. This was the result of playing with plugins to make the chorus more distinct; I stumbled upon this sound and really liked it.

Your imagination dulls

Till the macking, fashion lulls

Hear your catalogue sober

And the tracks are small, motor reflex

Repetitions

For that platinum plaque you're missing

Pattern recognition's sure

They want what they've heard before

Rep your city till it's hoarse

Though it's never felt like yours

Think you found home past the sea

Not the narrative they need

That's the truth, a man of words

Dull to touch, and so unsure

You get ghosted by your brother

Takes a life to trust another, huh

So, I've retreated, been liked

But don't believe it, been hyped

Had zero streams, it's the life

Assigned to dreamers, it's

Tough, the warring readers

Too populist, then elitist

Be timely, then told be timeless

From rhyming, you'd be defeatist, see

Wrestled with devils and angels

It gets one hell of an angle

Heaven must know my potentials

Good pressure kept me from several

Crushed me, left me a savage

Who flipped a bag from my baggage

The baddest calling my name

From rapping, saw diamond rain

Nirvana all in your brain

You all could shine in the same

You're caught and hauling in chains

You bought it, balling in vain

That FOMO, get your promotion

Get stocks and all oxytocin

Hold, see just what happened to Brady

Only bet on myself and my lady

I'm seeing the light in the game

They're reaching the people and making a lane

A sigh of relief and I'm writing

I'm finding the truth, and what doesn't fade

And if I don't make it, okay

I've bottled the lightning and pain

And you can go laugh at my status

You'll still be you, lonely and static

So, for these people that listen

I pray I'm making a difference

Pray I gave inspiration

And sparked a thought from the stages

Cause when it's over

The morning and we're all sober

I know that I made a memory

Know I'm proud of my legacy

Trivia:

While I started both the beat and lyrics for “Diamond Rain” in the summer of 2024, they were entirely separate until 2025. The beat was for an unrelated song on an album I never composed but that had fully drafted lyrics. The lyrics were always planned for Neptune, but I had no beat for them. I decided to try this beat for the lyrics, rewriting a huge portion of my rap to fit the music, and it worked fantastically. Often in art, an answer is simpler than it may seem.