September 2.0

Yo, what’s happening? Yup, I’m back again Said I’d be the G.O.A.T. in 2020 But God said, “fuck your plan and fuck the planet Here’s a pandemic, Earth can handle it” Meanwhile, Trump is the man That's in charge of our country but Single-handedly tries to dismantle it Look, I am so sorry a lot of my lyrics keep getting political But it’s just the fact that the condition of our future’s looking real critical Plus it doesn’t help when almost every politician is a criminal Honestly, I’m getting sick of it too I’ll try keeping it to minimum I’m just trying to be the greatest mother fucker to ever make it out of Wasteland Hailing from the same state as Nickel and Shady, we’re just Better Made, man All that and a big of chips I’m salty, I don’t even shake hands Stay back, I don’t need friends All I need is to make bands I at least wanna get my parents out of Wayne Into a house in the country Get 'em a lake with a few acres Make sure they never go hungry They deserve to be living the rest of their lives in the highest of luxury Instead of stressing and I can’t help but feel like it’s all because of me Oof, did I get to real? Should I try not get in my feels? I don’t really see what the big deal is As long the rap still ill Should I just stick to that silly shit? Rappin' and actin' ridiculous Really, what difference is it gonna make If it sells as well as A Milli did? Shit, that’s the idea ain’t it? Waiting for the day, I be saying “I made it” It don’t even matter how much money in the bank Either way, all the haters gonna hate it They don’t wanna say that another white kid from the mitten is gonna be the greatest Love it or hate, at the end of the day You’ll be seeing Ian in your playlist Call me by my first name, or refer to me as AVIAN Same shit, different planet I happen to be an alien Paleontologists will be digging your fossils up for weeks I’m an extraterrestrial leaving the rest of y’all extinct There’s no denying the Green Giant’s the finest Defying gravity as I try to raise the bar higher The stars align every time I go to write a new line up The brighter I get the more you gon' be feeling that fire I know it burns, and it hurts Don’t get offended by words They didn’t come from my head I think that my pen has been cursed I need a casket, a hearse A flower basket, an urn For all the ashes of your favorite rappers After this verse September’s here, another year down memory lane I guess I’m blessed to say that I made it to 28 I was afraid 27 was the end of my days Maybe she’s testing my faith? Fuck it, Heaven can wait Let’s celebrate, get this O-Z of this O.G. rolled Call the homies, rotate it, like Ring around the Rosie go If you know me you know there’s no limit Like Romeo, blowing smoke with that potency To get Stoney like Post Malone (Whoa) I’ve been a loner since way before the corona The only thing kept me going was penning Those songs and poems and Pouring my heart and soul in them Showing them off, uploading them There’s no shows due to Covid So I’m still going unnoticed So as I watch the greats of hip-hop aging gracefully, I Hope to thank them one day for paving the way for me, and Having me as a guest in a genre not made for me As cliche as it is, man, this hip-hop shit is saving me I’m waiting patiently for the day that I’m actually able To put some food on the table solely from plays and streams It’s basic therapy, tearing through pages of lyrics It's taken me years to get where I’m at And I’m still chasing dreams This is the face you’ll see forever Whenever you turn on your celly or television Whatever the hell you listen to music with You’re a student, bitch I’m the professor Introducing the newest September you will never forget