Two hours shooting free throws every summer
Future looking bright, passing by - flying colors
Now everything is black, in a trap, yeah I suffer
People wanna talk till they jaw fall off
Askin' for the smoke, air it out, sawed off
Foul shit, but the refs still won't call a flagrant
They want me in a hospital, employed or a patient
Did I ever ask you for some damn information
Everything is riding on this damn occupation
Like y'all gon' get embarrassed if I end up cooking fries
Like if I'm cooking fries then you might as well just die
Sign away my soul I ain't even asking why
No Illuminati but I give away my life
Y'all always tryna get a piece of anything that's mine
My time, my mind, my shine, my spine
Expectations
Everybody got they own that they making
Everybody got opinions that they saying
But nobody tell me how I'm gon attain it
Ayye Expectations
(Shut the f*ck up)
I ain't ever come up from the dirt, yeah I'm blessed
In Brooklyn, I was woken every night by the feds
Rats in the kitchen, roaches crawling in my head
Older generations had it worse, my respects
That don't mean there's nothing in this world I can't stress about
Acting like there's nothing in this world I can't vent about
Got so many bottles I'm afraid to ever let it out
Write so much I'm still tryna learn how to spell it out
Don't know what I'm doing that's all you and I know
Why did I agree to let you decide tho
Logic in the front, dreams put to the side tho
I study for exams with my suicide notes
Expectations
Everybody got they own that they making
Everybody got opinions that they saying
But nobody tell me how I'm gon attain it
Ayye Expectations
Expectations
Everybody got they own that they making
Everybody got opinions that they saying
But nobody tell me how I'm gon attain it
Ayye Expectations