Left my mama house in a state of confusion
Wasn't the same brightness when I asked how she doing
And my twin looking disappointed, I felt the vibe
And the short conversation almost brought a tear to my eye
Feel like I been on a pedastal since I drew that car
Thats hanging on the refrigerator at grandma's
Good grades great artist even greater kid
Exceptional level of hidin all the shit I did
Learned a lot from the niggas I would hang around
Eastview apartments felt we was the new gang in town
Loved em all back then and that shit the same now
So if a nigga tell you I switched up or changed how
Still a book reading thought provoker joker
Occasional blunt smoker the sub poster
Invite ya baby mother over with the poker
I be putting fire in they life when I stroke her shit
Speaking of women got my issues no tissues
Feeling any kind of way I apologize for how I did you
It wasn't you it was me I look within
Even if it is your fault it's not on you to make amends
I be in the latest trend, sending texts to my friends
Is we gon hit the Prohibition or the studio again
Shit been crazy, put out a album broke the barrier
Vulnerability or broke, which one is scarier
Walk with a purpose rarely see me out of character
Regardless of the bullshit that happens in America
Waking up with brown skin and goals, breaking the mold
Entry level street nigga, couple cars stole
Yeah I held a gun yeah I shot one goons I got some
Looking for a body on my name I ain't got none
Trying to build a foundation Fancy can add on
Find her a business for daddy to put a bag on
Or sit in a class to walk that stage with her cap on
I just sit back enjoy the years and get my laugh on
Won awards, ribbons, and bikes getting my brag on
Think outside the box my swag can't put a tag on
Happy as shit although I know more in store
A bunch of financial decisions I gotta explore
A bunch of relationships I gotta build a rapport
Still study the game and train like this is a sport
This is my outlet
Low key flyest nigga if you wanna clout check
So many niggas wit me you think I threw a house set
And we be on that same shit we know that you ain't bout yet
We bout that
Sin for short, Dat Boy in the front
Jackets is custom, it's one of one
One me, one shot, one time
And it's raining at 4:25
Machine
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Left my mama house in a state of confusion
Wasn't the same brightness when I asked how she doing
And my twin looking disappointed, I felt the vibe
And the short conversation almost brought a tear to my eye
Feel like I been on a pedastal since I drew that car
Thats hanging on the refrigerator at grandma's
Good grades great artist even greater kid
Exceptional level of hidin all the shit I did
Learned a lot from the niggas I would hang around
Eastview apartments felt we was the new gang in town
Loved em all back then and that shit the same now
So if a nigga tell you I switched up or changed how
Still a book reading thought provoker joker
Occasional blunt smoker the sub poster
Invite ya baby mother over with the poker
I be putting fire in they life when I stroke her shit
Speaking of women got my issues no tissues
Feeling any kind of way I apologize for how I did you
It wasn't you it was me I look within
Even if it is your fault it's not on you to make amends
I be in the latest trend, sending texts to my friends
Is we gon hit the Prohibition or the studio again
Shit been crazy, put out a album broke the barrier
Vulnerability or broke, which one is scarier
Walk with a purpose rarely see me out of character
Regardless of the bullshit that happens in America
Waking up with brown skin and goals, breaking the mold
Entry level street nigga, couple cars stole
Yeah I held a gun yeah I shot one goons I got some
Looking for a body on my name I ain't got none
Trying to build a foundation Fancy can add on
Find her a business for daddy to put a bag on
Or sit in a class to walk that stage with her cap on
I just sit back enjoy the years and get my laugh on
Won awards, ribbons, and bikes getting my brag on
Think outside the box my swag can't put a tag on
Happy as shit although I know more in store
A bunch of financial decisions I gotta explore
A bunch of relationships I gotta build a rapport
Still study the game and train like this is a sport
This is my outlet
Low key flyest nigga if you wanna clout check
So many niggas wit me you think I threw a house set
And we be on that same shit we know that you ain't bout yet
We bout that
Sin for short, Dat Boy in the front
Jackets is custom, it's one of one
One me, one shot, one time
And it's raining at 4:25
Machine
Wasn't the same brightness when I asked how she doing
And my twin looking disappointed, I felt the vibe
And the short conversation almost brought a tear to my eye
Feel like I been on a pedastal since I drew that car
Thats hanging on the refrigerator at grandma's
Good grades great artist even greater kid
Exceptional level of hidin all the shit I did
Learned a lot from the niggas I would hang around
Eastview apartments felt we was the new gang in town
Loved em all back then and that shit the same now
So if a nigga tell you I switched up or changed how
Still a book reading thought provoker joker
Occasional blunt smoker the sub poster
Invite ya baby mother over with the poker
I be putting fire in they life when I stroke her shit
Speaking of women got my issues no tissues
Feeling any kind of way I apologize for how I did you
It wasn't you it was me I look within
Even if it is your fault it's not on you to make amends
I be in the latest trend, sending texts to my friends
Is we gon hit the Prohibition or the studio again
Shit been crazy, put out a album broke the barrier
Vulnerability or broke, which one is scarier
Walk with a purpose rarely see me out of character
Regardless of the bullshit that happens in America
Waking up with brown skin and goals, breaking the mold
Entry level street nigga, couple cars stole
Yeah I held a gun yeah I shot one goons I got some
Looking for a body on my name I ain't got none
Trying to build a foundation Fancy can add on
Find her a business for daddy to put a bag on
Or sit in a class to walk that stage with her cap on
I just sit back enjoy the years and get my laugh on
Won awards, ribbons, and bikes getting my brag on
Think outside the box my swag can't put a tag on
Happy as shit although I know more in store
A bunch of financial decisions I gotta explore
A bunch of relationships I gotta build a rapport
Still study the game and train like this is a sport
This is my outlet
Low key flyest nigga if you wanna clout check
So many niggas wit me you think I threw a house set
And we be on that same shit we know that you ain't bout yet
We bout that
Sin for short, Dat Boy in the front
Jackets is custom, it's one of one
One me, one shot, one time
And it's raining at 4:25
Machine
Writer: D'Angelo Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid