Fdym
Pipe dreams of turning nineteen, that's a fantasy
This vice city too damaging
Lil bitch I'm from the '99, mind from the '70s
Coming up, couldn't visualize what was blessing me
Still coming up but my sight is Visine now
Barrel to the brain, nah, I put the magazine down
Lucky brim, man I might play blackjack
Stay loaded like white kids with a backpack
Guess we all tend to be a little ignorant
Bible and a burner, mixing saint up with the sinning shit
Truth be told, I don't want no negativity
Still saying fuck you 'til Jehovah send for me
And I'm tryna do better than the Ninth Symphony
Might go black ops, infiltrate your ministry
Have the people running 'round under my directioning
Start a new gang and have 'em wipe the government regime
Fuck do you mean I ain't following guidelines
I'm headed to primetime
The fuck you be saying, I don't got the energy
Call me a lifeline
Fuck up with all of your guidelines
I'm headed to primetime
Fuck what you saying, I'm squeezing the seconds up out of my timeline
Squeezing the seconds, ain't squeezing no triggers
But fuck with the fam, that's the end of your picture
Mask off, pull fast, toe tag, case closed
Fuck with them, you fuck with me, remember that's the way it goes
Mind over matter, mind is on the fritz
So everything that used to matter doesn't really mean shit
The sentiment is ever-present when I hold the middle finger
Me against the world until the heaven hit me with subpoena
Shackles on my mental 'bouta break
Here 'til infinity, lotta cake
Serendipity, got a lotta faith
But faith ain't shit when your future mad trivial
Tryna see the days where good fortune be perennial
Lately ain't a damn thing hitting but the stereo
Lately ain't a damn thing hitting but the stereo
So it's kamikaze, letting off the automatic
Talking down upon me but you working with a lot of static
So your message ain't come through clear
I might tuck a deuce-deuce if you come too near, uh
Apologize to the ones that I'm hurting
But I'm tired of the stress that's putting pressure on the curtain
I'll be damned if I leave without a fight
And I ain't 'bout the compromising just so I can be polite
Fuck do you mean I ain't following guidelines
I'm headed to primetime
The fuck you be saying, I don't got the energy
Call me a lifeline
Fuck up with all of your guidelines
I'm headed to primetime
Fuck what you saying, I'm squeezing the seconds up out of my timeline
This vice city too damaging
Lil bitch I'm from the '99, mind from the '70s
Coming up, couldn't visualize what was blessing me
Still coming up but my sight is Visine now
Barrel to the brain, nah, I put the magazine down
Lucky brim, man I might play blackjack
Stay loaded like white kids with a backpack
Guess we all tend to be a little ignorant
Bible and a burner, mixing saint up with the sinning shit
Truth be told, I don't want no negativity
Still saying fuck you 'til Jehovah send for me
And I'm tryna do better than the Ninth Symphony
Might go black ops, infiltrate your ministry
Have the people running 'round under my directioning
Start a new gang and have 'em wipe the government regime
Fuck do you mean I ain't following guidelines
I'm headed to primetime
The fuck you be saying, I don't got the energy
Call me a lifeline
Fuck up with all of your guidelines
I'm headed to primetime
Fuck what you saying, I'm squeezing the seconds up out of my timeline
Squeezing the seconds, ain't squeezing no triggers
But fuck with the fam, that's the end of your picture
Mask off, pull fast, toe tag, case closed
Fuck with them, you fuck with me, remember that's the way it goes
Mind over matter, mind is on the fritz
So everything that used to matter doesn't really mean shit
The sentiment is ever-present when I hold the middle finger
Me against the world until the heaven hit me with subpoena
Shackles on my mental 'bouta break
Here 'til infinity, lotta cake
Serendipity, got a lotta faith
But faith ain't shit when your future mad trivial
Tryna see the days where good fortune be perennial
Lately ain't a damn thing hitting but the stereo
Lately ain't a damn thing hitting but the stereo
So it's kamikaze, letting off the automatic
Talking down upon me but you working with a lot of static
So your message ain't come through clear
I might tuck a deuce-deuce if you come too near, uh
Apologize to the ones that I'm hurting
But I'm tired of the stress that's putting pressure on the curtain
I'll be damned if I leave without a fight
And I ain't 'bout the compromising just so I can be polite
Fuck do you mean I ain't following guidelines
I'm headed to primetime
The fuck you be saying, I don't got the energy
Call me a lifeline
Fuck up with all of your guidelines
I'm headed to primetime
Fuck what you saying, I'm squeezing the seconds up out of my timeline
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Writer(s): Andre Mez
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