Lyrics:
years old
If he ain't make it happen yet, why wait 'til I get old?
I really thought I'd fold, but 10 years later I'm still in the same boat
And it's hard
morally questionable child
So, it was between the years of 5th and 6th grade
I was super into origami and those arts and crafts projects
That had like,
a plea and get his face right with me
If a nigga on his line with me, bang five with me, ain't safe my nigga
Guarantee every dome from A to C
Know I
Hell nah
You can't handle a man of my superior strength
I've been rockin' for years, now it's time to go to length
Bitin' emcees in their tracks
shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins]
Pushin cookies in the soft ones
I can do better, by myself, not bad
Girl ate the whole thing if she call
quit it in the space of three whole years
I'm further from my death than you for lying to your peers
Talk and talk, you'll walk the walk, the plank cause
the blister
He gets it spreads it to his friends its an enormous virus
Its running rampant in his classes like a forest fire
And for this five or six year old
use and reuse. Older forms get reformed by the group.
Who are you or they to say that it can change one day and not the next 500 years?
Don’t
And they been clownin' that Nissan I had in old videos
But ya hoe's been up in it tho
Draped in Stella McCartney up in V Live baby
Never found his purpose
the truck?
Three bitches in my house,
Probably try to wet me up.
Crept to the kitchen,
Seen Ronnie by the cabinet.
Tried the gun holster with the forty
Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 hotty (woo)
My Mexican bitch treat me like Liberace (yeah)
I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
Being raised
a difference
I have no tolerance for black ignorance
I keep striving, driving 'cause I'm driven
By the course of Allah, the true and living
Cream
joking (Let's Go)
Gonna make a mark on the scene
Gonna make a mark I believe
I know 2018 is the year to spark the flame
So I start reaching my dreams
One
bring
Five years lived but we felt like kings
Immortality our complexes
Supermen don’t know Clark Kent kids
A mother’s love makes the sheltered kid
Such
the vigilance
Skillet shit surface of cowards I
Get too grilling shit
I'm menacing O dog Kane
Mixed with some Benjamin
To old for my years 3 wiser to my peers
So
sheets
From 10 to 3
School was no longer a concern to me
As long as I got C’s
That was fine by me
Tryna make a profession
Out of these nouns and verbs
Fuck
start by giving you two commas
I wrote a lot of songs but this one for you mama
Dear mama
Know you tired of the same old things
Dear mama
But giving up
really didn't mean it huh
Count your blessings
Name them one by one, that's Eleven
Fool me once, won't fool me twice
Learned my lesson
Workout your
life was merry
Five years later I'm feeling like [???]
Maybe I'm exhausted, maybe I just lost it
Maybe I should pick up a pen, try and force it
Same
from myself was when I was 6 years old
And my daddy locked me in a dark closet with a dog of bag food for 2 days
At that point I was Narrator, Jonathan,
switching lanes, have you dodging all the potholes
Baby let's just roll a 3.5 in a Fonto
I be really coolin' while these niggas fake macho
And it's $100
quick to dry out that gauge
15 years old, caught AM case
I bust that lack 'cah the way I prayed
17, got bagged with a yank on me, yet again
Lucii got away
a secret.
One little fart and they called me "stinky" for three year. Oh!
Goodbye Twelve, goodbye Thirteen. Hello Love.
Robert Goulet, Robert Goulet, my
my call
I was a ten year old then
By 2010 I was wrong
I'm like
"Aw, damn! Aw, damn!
You the motherfucker though"
I know
That shit became
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