Sun come thru the blinds
You know the eyes squinted
Same goes for the times for when the trees twisted
Couple years I been gone
Damn young Lougz missing
Had a couple of verses for a brief visit
But
I ain't really get it
Guess them Demons caught me slippin
'Least I was running in Off-White's
Tryna get some distance
Plus I need my distance
Can you take a step back (Please)
Couple L's to the chin and I ain't sweat that
I got the text back and then I went and made the play
And it was early too, I guess I'd call it matinee
Split it all with my patnas
That's word to Matt and Aidan
Just Wait til I'm in my bag
A young nigga skating
Catch me hella faded
Prolly somewhere in the cut
On my worst days
My thoughts is known to go run-a-muck
Boolin with the reaper til that nigga wanna send me up
The reason I be fresh to death like every time you see me bruh
I'm on a different taste level
Cut from a different cloth
That's why when I see y'all in it
It just go and piss me off
Cause y'all ain't really true to this
Even my girl can tell you new to this
Feeling like I'm Dracula and y'all a f*cking crucifix
(It don't mix)
But I digress
Mainly cause y'all get the jest
Sick of clocking in
I'd rather be boardin on private jets
Doin shoots and siphoning checks
All that other typa shit
Had some other shit to say
But I ain't really write it yet
(Been in the dark for a minute
Coming out to the light
Eyes squinted
Found the vision
Dawg I'm done with the hiding)