Bonus: S E 7 E N S
My shot clock life got me Jack Bauer-ing time-frames
Pops said I'm backwards cuz every day is time gained
Slave to my own mind, if you know my pain
If you don't mind my saying, I feel utterly insane
The glow on me though like I wanna be Saiyan
Not no wannabe saying
I just wanna be the same
Man what a shame!
You can't have a goal and everyday you complain
Give bad man bad name
Finding the wording through the burn notice
Finding a way to wipe off that look of concern on 'em
Lost relationships finding a way to keep it all together
Felt like every chick was trying to read me like The Coldest Winter Ever
Call 'em soulja sisters
Flip through the pages of their life to find their old niggas hoe wishes
I'm in there early like correction office home visits
Wisdom like an old soul
Jordan 3's busted like the kicks of an old wizard
Approach life like yes man, I goes with it
Hope I go for my wrist, you wanna see me finished
Don't fix your spirit to envision it
Feeling indifferent when you play your shit
4.0, it's fake player shit
Usually a man of few words, heard the verse is like Boggle
See the game through Horace Grant goggles
It's lowkey champion style
About to get my ring fitted
I could act happier now
I only pray to God on the sevens
Try to monopolize that blessing
You want glamour and gold
I want the power that comes with the pot
The journey's right here
You coming or not?
Is you ready to go?
I'm a product of tough luck
You see me on the surface, everybody wanna know us
Look behind the curtain
Swear I need to fuckin' grow up
And need I be so certain
Look at liquor we done poured up
I'm trying to make a difference but my soul's becoming cold
It's so cold
I need a jacket mid-summer
And my ways are so old
Let's put to practice anything that makes the current unfold
And make a habit to improve on what is making the gold
Is there an address or location
Tell me where should I go?
Shout out to microwave wraps, that kept me out off the stove
If I don't make it, it's my own fault my nigga I know
And every thorn must be removed so you could then hold the rose
And a rose by any other name than
Greatness, prosperity, or haven
If it's in my way then knock it out, it won't be nathan
So just get acquainted, nigga get acquanited
Fuck the hatin', mama need a house
Sorry mama that I kept you waiting
I only pray to God on the sevens
Try to monopolize that blessing
You want glamour and gold
I want the power that comes with the pot
The journey's right here
You coming or not?
Is you ready to go?
Pops said I'm backwards cuz every day is time gained
Slave to my own mind, if you know my pain
If you don't mind my saying, I feel utterly insane
The glow on me though like I wanna be Saiyan
Not no wannabe saying
I just wanna be the same
Man what a shame!
You can't have a goal and everyday you complain
Give bad man bad name
Finding the wording through the burn notice
Finding a way to wipe off that look of concern on 'em
Lost relationships finding a way to keep it all together
Felt like every chick was trying to read me like The Coldest Winter Ever
Call 'em soulja sisters
Flip through the pages of their life to find their old niggas hoe wishes
I'm in there early like correction office home visits
Wisdom like an old soul
Jordan 3's busted like the kicks of an old wizard
Approach life like yes man, I goes with it
Hope I go for my wrist, you wanna see me finished
Don't fix your spirit to envision it
Feeling indifferent when you play your shit
4.0, it's fake player shit
Usually a man of few words, heard the verse is like Boggle
See the game through Horace Grant goggles
It's lowkey champion style
About to get my ring fitted
I could act happier now
I only pray to God on the sevens
Try to monopolize that blessing
You want glamour and gold
I want the power that comes with the pot
The journey's right here
You coming or not?
Is you ready to go?
I'm a product of tough luck
You see me on the surface, everybody wanna know us
Look behind the curtain
Swear I need to fuckin' grow up
And need I be so certain
Look at liquor we done poured up
I'm trying to make a difference but my soul's becoming cold
It's so cold
I need a jacket mid-summer
And my ways are so old
Let's put to practice anything that makes the current unfold
And make a habit to improve on what is making the gold
Is there an address or location
Tell me where should I go?
Shout out to microwave wraps, that kept me out off the stove
If I don't make it, it's my own fault my nigga I know
And every thorn must be removed so you could then hold the rose
And a rose by any other name than
Greatness, prosperity, or haven
If it's in my way then knock it out, it won't be nathan
So just get acquainted, nigga get acquanited
Fuck the hatin', mama need a house
Sorry mama that I kept you waiting
I only pray to God on the sevens
Try to monopolize that blessing
You want glamour and gold
I want the power that comes with the pot
The journey's right here
You coming or not?
Is you ready to go?
Credits
Writer(s): Mean Joe Scheme
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