My Year
A little more if possible
Like this is as loud as you can get it
Even distorted is fine
Yeah
This is my year
Last year I was working at a theater, tearing tickets
This year I'm moving to Orlando, I got no tenants
Music full time, all you haters just pay attention
'Bout to set it off, I'm 'bout to kill it and leave no witness
I dropped my old squad, got a new squad
And every single member out here been way too on
From Lex to Serg to James, A to J
We all got out own grind and we work like everyday
Man, I remember back when I was a fucking joke
Back in school, when people used to laugh and just fucking poke
Teachers said I'd never make it, and they got fucking owned
Expect for Lemstron, shoutout Lemmy
This is my year
Last year I was getting fucking curved on
Now I got two bitches in my phone that I swerve on
I'm at 60k but a hundred is I next stop
And I don't game, but I put it in my Xbox, duh
I've been staying up long nights
No more loner anthem 'cause that squad's too nice
But I'm back to bragging, telling people I am that hot shit
Embracing my whiteness boy, I'm on that butterscotch shit
Did he just?
Yes, yes he did
This is my year
Last year I was working at a theater, tearing tickets
This year I'm moving to Orlando, I got no tenants
This year I'll show you how it's done, I might get a visa
This year i might find myself and acknowledge Jesus
(Alright and now slide that over and I'll just)
Man I'm so blessed
Why am I depressed?
Making mad bills but i still get stressed
Lost my soul, sending SOS
And I really wanna grow, but to know what's next
And I can't let it go, so I ride solo
Friends cut me off, you don't even wanna know
Moral of the story, girls lie, friends fake
Cut ties luckily I'm 'bout to move away
God damn
I don't really wanna deal with this
Never would have thought my best friend be my nemesis
Talking that shit right behind my back
Saying that I'm not a musician because I rap
We dropped out of school at the same damn time
I made no chill, you only made lies
All of your fans are mine, your views are mine
I should get all of that money when you monetise, uh
Could've been the best squad out
But I'm by myself watch you rest fall out
Every single day, man, I think about that 15, uh
But this 16 so I'm really going all out, uh
Man, this is my year (year, year, yeah, year year)
Man, this is my year (year, year, year year)
Man, this is my year (year, year, year year)
Man, this is my year
Like this is as loud as you can get it
Even distorted is fine
Yeah
This is my year
Last year I was working at a theater, tearing tickets
This year I'm moving to Orlando, I got no tenants
Music full time, all you haters just pay attention
'Bout to set it off, I'm 'bout to kill it and leave no witness
I dropped my old squad, got a new squad
And every single member out here been way too on
From Lex to Serg to James, A to J
We all got out own grind and we work like everyday
Man, I remember back when I was a fucking joke
Back in school, when people used to laugh and just fucking poke
Teachers said I'd never make it, and they got fucking owned
Expect for Lemstron, shoutout Lemmy
This is my year
Last year I was getting fucking curved on
Now I got two bitches in my phone that I swerve on
I'm at 60k but a hundred is I next stop
And I don't game, but I put it in my Xbox, duh
I've been staying up long nights
No more loner anthem 'cause that squad's too nice
But I'm back to bragging, telling people I am that hot shit
Embracing my whiteness boy, I'm on that butterscotch shit
Did he just?
Yes, yes he did
This is my year
Last year I was working at a theater, tearing tickets
This year I'm moving to Orlando, I got no tenants
This year I'll show you how it's done, I might get a visa
This year i might find myself and acknowledge Jesus
(Alright and now slide that over and I'll just)
Man I'm so blessed
Why am I depressed?
Making mad bills but i still get stressed
Lost my soul, sending SOS
And I really wanna grow, but to know what's next
And I can't let it go, so I ride solo
Friends cut me off, you don't even wanna know
Moral of the story, girls lie, friends fake
Cut ties luckily I'm 'bout to move away
God damn
I don't really wanna deal with this
Never would have thought my best friend be my nemesis
Talking that shit right behind my back
Saying that I'm not a musician because I rap
We dropped out of school at the same damn time
I made no chill, you only made lies
All of your fans are mine, your views are mine
I should get all of that money when you monetise, uh
Could've been the best squad out
But I'm by myself watch you rest fall out
Every single day, man, I think about that 15, uh
But this 16 so I'm really going all out, uh
Man, this is my year (year, year, yeah, year year)
Man, this is my year (year, year, year year)
Man, this is my year (year, year, year year)
Man, this is my year
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Ashcraft
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