151

Everything you think of me is a sign from above
You can't place that shit on me, I was falling in love
Falling in love, together in dust we're particles now
Floating through the mud and suss
Everything you see of me is a sign from above
You cant place that shit on me I was falling in love
Falling in love, together in dust we're particles now
Floating through the mud and suss
Like hold up
Everything you hear of me is a sign from above
You can't place that shit on me I was falling in love

Rolling it up
Take it all the way back to the first buzz
The worst was, don't know my foundation much less what dirt was
Its in my blood to get the life that I always wanted
Driven by the passion of painting connections in the moment
I mean I wake up in the morning
Go to the street
I thought I'd see the truck
People want to fuck with me but they don't really give a fuck
They don't see the vision
They don't wanna listen unless it stems from their inner vision
They're too busy pissing on other people's egos

But they still want the handouts
Claiming that they are the man now
Always on the come up
But when they get up to the stage
They dumbfounded
Hold up
Where's the man now?
Am I going to the port at all?
Are you really traveling alone?
151 remains in amazement
Always forward vision on to bigger better places

Funk a flex on a homie, bleed chill
Hanging at the crib yelling "be chill"
Ain't no need to go so Meek Mill on a Nicki
You a pro so what the dilly?
Get the fuck out your feelings
Before you speak of me you really need to grow up
Placing all that blame before you ever even showed up
Falling apart, together was "art"; we're particles floating many miles from the start

Funk a flex on a homie, bleed chill
Hanging at the crib yelling "be chill"
Ain't no need to go so Meek Mill on your Nicki
You a pro so what the dilly?
Get the fuck out your feelings

Am I going to the port at all?
So many miles from the start?
Are you really traveling alone?
So many miles from the start?