Priorities

I reminisce on my younger days
We thought we were so grown
Back when we'd be saving up pennies to buy Foams
I learned the Hardaway
That shit wasn't the best investment
Just needed heat on my feet to talk to the upperclassmen
Especially as a Freshman
In school, I wish I paid more attention
Instead of showing up late to land my ass in detention
Acting out in class tryna get these hoes' attention
Or grabbin' ass in class, that get yo ass in-school-suspension
Did I fail to mention?
Wish I stuck with playing an instrument
Instead of idolizing dudes who was illiterate
Instead of spending so much time on this Twitter shit
And worried bout my fit, I shoulda worked on that spitting shit
And never pitch a fit
When the bitch you with
Leave you for some different dick
Just get in your duffle and show em just what they missing, kid
See, back then we wasn't thinking bout diplomas
Just working on my jump shot, tryna hit a homer
Traded in them seeds and Arizonas for blunts and Coronas
Crossroads between being little kids and grown-ups
Lil V, carefree, living in the moment
It's crazy how you blink and it's over, priorities

My priorities are so disorderly, yea
My priorities are so disorderly, I said
My priorities are so disorderly, yea
My priorities are so disorderly
Need to get it figured out, what I'm bout
Yeaaaaah

My auntie, she going in the hospital for bone marrow
And I'm stressing how my Snap filled with open arrows
Lil cuz struggling to stay on that straight and narrow
And I'm tight how I don't have the guap to cop new apparel
The doctors saying it's stage four
Instead of visiting, I just stay doing less and saying more
Now Grandma-ma, she coming down with dementia
Soon she not even gon' remember how to put in her dentures
And here I am complaining how my teeth ain't white enough
And my smile ain't bright enough
And my braids ain't tight enough
My raps is type wack cuz I just don't write enough
"Ayo, Slap, that's quite enough"
"My fault, my fault"
Now we got two million citizens that's locked in the pen
And all I'm worried bout is if my fucking Red Sox win
Dawg, I'm complaining bout minimum wage
While these mo-fuckers locked in a cage wasting away they days
And how I'm supposed to hit the club?
Barber fucked up my taper
Or pay attention in class, I'm high as skyscraper
Semester end next week, still ain't write my paper
No bread for studio time I done spent it on that Bape, bruh
Spots vacant, when I'm focused they be shaking
But my poor decision-making gon leave me doing the same shit
The things I'm stressing could be seen as a blessing
If I opened up my eyes and I just stopped pressing
Prioritize the things that you can control
And you gon' find yourself achieving your goals

My priorities are so disorderly, yea
My priorities are so disorderly, I said
My priorities are so disorderly, yea
My priorities are so disorderly
Need to get it figured out, what I'm bout
Yeaaaaah