All of Ya

I been tryna figure out how to finish this album Mad nostalgic, tryna find my inner magic Thinking about the days where her hair blew out my window Riding to a place we didn't know but we didn't care Showed up at my shows even when nobody was there And when I scream my heart out into this microphone I hope you're listening on the other side Cause when I'm coming up, I ain't tryna see you on the east side You my shotgun, the muse to my chaos Vision in the distance, this a debaucherous romp And I now this just another song of things I lost Album a collection of my rage I took my pieces of my pain Wrote them into verses, these are my lessons Stuck in spaces, look too introspective Cigarette burns in the couch Maybe making messes But I'll hold myself together just to say my thank yous On the days when i just felt the rain Wander through the city no one knows my name But you did I tried to prove it Pushing buttons and called it tension Just to see what came of intervention All the homies who stood by my side Even when I don't got a ride I'm looking for new places Scouting out locations, it's some newer spaces Thank you for the people who thought we could make it to the moon Told me to keep writing tunes Make sure I scribble every time my mind needs to work on a riddle These words become my problem solving tool Cause they won't answer even when the checks stop coming And I just keep on running Trying to come to terms that things been finished Yesterday I felt like I was winning But hubris got the best of me There's no fucking recipe Either your people believe you, street looking sesame Or you a clown and you fooling It's easier to forget things For a kid who dared to call himself royalty I must've thought I was something special Cause I rap over instrumentals It's easy to talk about Kings Just know it's hard to write about endings