[ Featuring Late Lee ]
Born in 95
But I feel like 92
My daddy left me to survive
Now i'm throwing up my twos
I'm still a few inches alive
And I'm standing on my twos
I'm supposed to work a 9 to 5
But i can't wake before 2
Hold it up with the deuces (doo-says)
And I do say so on my wu-tang
Got my kung-fu from my old ways
When i was tuning in my old days
Now turn it up
Just a bunch.
Hear the crunch
What's the fuss
Why you gotta act like a bitch and trip
Talk about being on some chicken shit
And now check em strips
And now make em hits
And now add a kick
Lately feeling so adamant
Bitch you stank go have a mint
Going both ways like i'm out of it
I remember zay was saying hustle til you out of it
Lately ive been seeing all my stories from the sound of it
I want margiella sneakers
Kick em on acoustic speakers
Chillin from the bleachers
F*ck that ima get them sneakers
Turn a hater to believer
Going out like im aaliyah
22 and ima leave ya
walk me out like ima see ya
Born in 95
But I feel like 92
My daddy left me to survive
Now i'm standing on my twos
I'm still a few inches alive
and I'm throwing up my twos
I'm supposed to work a 9 to 5
But i can't wake before it's 2
Memories like time machines,
My head's gettin thicker
Slide a bitch all on me make the time go by quicker
It's been a fast year, tappin twice, fog up my ticker
Bouncing all around, shorty think that im tigger,
Pencil and some rhymes make the time go by quicker
Flow it from the tongue, to these pages, they make her quiver
Bow and arrows, wut im sayin
Corny rappers i been slayin
Dog no pound, i'm not playin
I been bustin my whole way in
