Three Years

This a mellow celebration, clap clap bravo
Happy I ain't lit my fucking cranium with hollows
I done came like a long long way
Nah, fuck it, we done came like a long long way
See I was blind when I was 16, looking for a God figure
Blood, sweat, tears went and turned me to a god spitter
I've reached a point inside my life where there ain't no turning back
They talking bout me like, "Andre, he the one who can rap"
Feels good knowing other people believe in me
But they don't understand the problems that's been eating me
I'm trapped between a brighter future and a muzzle flash
I need a rope in the shape of a fucking cul-de-sac
I'm doing good for the moment but that don't ever last
And I don't know which song I make is gonna be my last
If it's this one, I'll let this shit speak for itself
Inside of Pro Tools the only place I flow devotion
I been mamba mentality showing no emotion
Result of turning daydreams into a roadmap
Perhaps I used to be happier, bring the old back
Before rapping was literally over everything
The mic has got my life hostage like a wedding ring
Don't get me wrong, that ain't to say that I don't love the game
It's just that everything else is really not the same

Three years, three years, shit just ain't the same
Release my fears into my peers, this shit may sound insane
Leave a stain upon the game with my past pain
Three years, three years, shit just ain't the same
Three years, three years, shit just ain't the same
Release my fears into my peers, this shit may sound insane
Leave a stain upon the game with my past pain
Three years, three years, shit just ain't the same

He was eighteen, died from a self inflicted bullet wound
Wondering if imma see my ex inside my funeral
Will the space run out, with lines up out the door
With flashing lights up in that hoe like reality show
But most importantly, will I have died for something
Or end up as just a trending statistic that's in abundance
Talking youngins who's time is coming when 21 and under
Be it drugs, reckless violence, or world war whatever
I pray to see my potential begin to blossom
And that I touch some B's like a meet and greet with the Boston
Red Sox, dead clocks, only time will tell
Been saying that shit my whole life and bruh I'm still trapped in hell
My biggest problems are manifested inside my psyche
That means to every one around me, all my shit is trifling
I don't even really show my face at functions no more
Head down, lips sealed, thinking how I'm gon blow
And if I don't, I'm still gon blow but in the sense of a Beretta
That love shit is overplayed but there ain't nothing better
That's all I really need as far as my two eyes can see
A little something just to hold me over for eternity

My chest been vacant for a minute
Bad vibrations is the only thing to fill it
Numb to this life, praying that one day I feel it
Numb to this life, praying that one day I feel it
My chest been vacant for a minute
Bad vibrations is the only thing to fill it
Numb to this life, praying that one day I feel it
My chest been vacant for a minute
Bad vibrations is the only thing to fill it
Numb to this life, praying that one day I feel it
Die without a legacy the only thing I'm fearing

Three years, three years, shit just ain't the same
Release my fears into my peers, this shit may sound insane
Leave a stain upon the game with all my past pain
Three years, three years, shit just ain't the same
Three years, three years, shit just ain't the same
Release my fears into my peers, this shit may sound insane
Leave a stain upon the game with my past pain
Three years, three years, shit just ain't the same

The reaper is a bitch, he watching everything I spit
Speaking bout my death, he'll prolly make that shit exist
Chris Wallace status, yeah I'm ready for the six feet
End up in the ground over some beefing like I'm minced meat
I talk my shit, but in my spirit, know I got a purpose
I'll build you up, but starting off, I'll make you feel worthless
If I'm devoting energy that means you like a family
Don't disappoint me like the motherfuckers popping Xannies
I know I'm all over the place but this my sole escape
I keep my shit inside like angels in the pearly gates
A long list of tribulations show my soul erased
Born without my innocence, them vices tryna fornicate
On the bus, was thinking fame was playing hard to get
Couldn't, get up, out my, feelings, focused on some, older shit
My heart went like AWOL thanks to problems with my older bitch
But I knew better than to put a razor to my wrist
Cuz see I liked the suffering, that shit help me grow
My life was like a parable that god had bespoke
I know the ones that came before me gave a lot to the cause
I hope the people I'm preceding never suffer my loss
Not speaking in the physical, more like emotions
In the past three years, been picking up on the notion
That all the rights and the wrongs in this life I'm pursuing
Is all straight, cuz at the end of the day, we only human

My chest been vacant for a minute
Bad vibrations is the only thing to fill it
Numbing to this life, praying that one day I feel it
Numbing to this life, praying that one day I feel it
My chest been vacant for a minute
Bad vibrations is the only thing to fill it
Numbing to this life, praying that one day I feel it
Die without a legacy the only thing I'm fearing

I'm tired of the pain that's inside
Been like three years since I had my peace of mind
Devil hit my DM, said he want a piece of mine
My soul has been deceased and so I signed the dotted line
I'm tired of the pain that's inside
Been like three years since I had my peace of mind
Devil hit my DM, said he want a piece of mine
My soul has been deceased and so I signed the dotted line
I'm tired of the pain that's inside
Been like three years since I had my peace of mind
Devil hit my DM, said he want a piece of mine
My soul has been deceased and so I signed the dotted line