Lyrics:
The timeline getting tedious
Variants of the same things
No delta, no omicron
It's Tik Tok then the time gone
The construct that we call home
Is not so, rather
barbeque ribbs big burgers and Coke
Next time you see me I´ll be skinny and it ain´t no joke
And now he´s sittin´ in the corner lookin´ like he´s lost all
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better by days, not leaving I'm gonna stay
I'm going psycho like 100 I rage
Don't get me started, y'all better know the world will be mine
Just like my
back years
And bring them back here
For all my niggas locked and got life years
I'm on my grind all the time this the last year
We gon' starve flea
and hotter and flying on by
Better looking less of same I`m on my way to up the road to the next thing
You see me burning hotter and hotter and the years go
and hotter and flying on by
Better looking less of same I`m on my way to up the road to the next thing
You see me burning hotter and hotter and the years go
been two years, you're sitting in the same spot
Chilling in the same blocks
Me and you are different
You talk about beef
While I plan your route home
to change all of my ways nigga
And in a couple years I won't be that same nigga
That same nigga, same one they used to laugh at
Little did they know I was
the gangster shit but yet you still hung with me
Next time I go to Disney, I'm a take your son with me
First we went to London, then we went to Dubai
You was
I'd see them next year
They laughed and said you can bet on that
They all gathered around the trailer house steps
and no one was counting any ones bets
quarantine
In the same league, but we don't ball the same
(Ah) She want all the fame, I hear that shit all the time
She said she love me, I said, "Baby
a parta
Don't get me started mama I just barely cleared my karma
I'll save the johnny drama for the next shit
I'm already on my next shit
Same hands that I
The flow wasn't always immaculate
Took a stab at it
Crafted it, over years
Manic shit
Blood, sweat and tears
There's love left in here
Enough to keep
around the sun
And as one ends
The next has only just begun
Ten years ago
When I was climbing every tree
When my biggest fear
Was getting stung by a bee
I
but everything under this tree in my house is mine
My bike, that, and this plastic nine'll do fine till next year come
I try to see the same thing,
pills and lean
No role models we was products of the typa shit we seen
Senior year we was in it for real started riding wit the heat
By the time we
and tears
And losin' some of your peers
And losin' some of yourself to the years past, gone by
Hopefully it don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac
didn't have any time or money when I worked there either
Only difference is now I have time to fixate on my many mistakes
I've had the same pa for 20 years
This time next year, you'll be out there
Horizon wide open like those questions you have now
This time next year, things will be different
Will you
do they home girls, sisters and whoever next
I'm sorry,
The world may change but some things stay the same as they pass it like Atari
Fuck them bitch
short and sweet
I'll save the rest until the next time we meet (I miss you, Melissa)
I found peace
Hope this moment's brief
Shaded memories
I can
Brand new chain and it came from Johnny Deng
Your nigga lame me and that boy we not the same
And I'm switching lanes
College girl but she give me stupid
and cage
Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-gauge
It's time for me to do this shit for all my years hurtin'
See these other niggas bustin' raps that
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