Something
Who knew, I'd turned into something
Mom put her prayers on a loose leaf every night, with her knees grazing the rug and
Meanwhile I was on creep with the guys
Weed tucked in the dashboard with the five
Pulling up right on the side of the ride
Mug heavy, signaling the lights, but the good vibe kept us alive
Oh who knew, I'd turn into something
While my nigga peddling rocks. he did time, but before he did tell me to keep jumping
Break in the class, hallway with the pass
Was the man, 17 years old first time with some ass in my two palms
Grab on em but she told me I'm too strong, baby girl I'm too gone
But who knew, I'd turn into something
Send a lil text to my telephone telling me she can't let go, been a month and
No response, left on read. but karma got a thing for me
You living in the wrong Joshua, don't play with the girls heart
Burn of effeminate, sow what you better reap. what my pops told me
But who knew, I'd turn into something
Colder than a moccasin whose coming with cunning to lock us in it
The ten who knew better ain't better than the five percentage
I'm on... but another wave, in another phase
Marathon cause the shit ain't really a race
I don't really concern what y'all got
I learned to take turn, determined my plot
Cause who knew I'd be the same, yeah
Ain't no difference, but them digits they done seen a raise, yeah
Ain't no switching, all forgiven on the rise up
Ain't no fucking switching, all forgiven on the rise up, ambitions of a rider
Who knew, I'd turn into something
Laying on the back, fan on a rotation, my people they out there fussing
In a dream I did believe that they did find peace in the midst of darkness
But I realized when I woke up wasn't no seed in the weeds of garden, regardless
Oh who knew, I'd turn into something
Late night by the desk, weather outside took turn to give me no rest
In the chance that I might fold when the night calls
Turn the bulb up, drop back, never drop off
Even with a loss and my back, back to the wall
Finna get a plaque, plastered, we don't need a boss
Cause I did it my way, let the chips fall
Oh who knew, I'd turn into something
Green light has it, ash it before you try and pass it you bastard, ye have little faith?
But I'm seeing everybody tryna get a plate
When the moon turn red, and the rain turn blood
And the rocks done moved, and the river don't flood
And the dirt don't mud where y'all niggas gon' run, on one
Oh who knew, I'd turn into something
Now I feel like GAWD is in the flesh ain't no assumptions
How we gon' do it bruh?
Choose one of many ways we can set it up
Either way niggas gon' lose, in the tuck
Tough luck, but the crew we don't give a what (fuck)
Tough love, in the truce can't get enough
Cause who knew I'd be the same, yeah
Ain't no difference, but them digits they done seen a raise, yeah
Ain't no switching, all forgiven on the rise up
Ain't no fucking switching, all forgiven on the rise up, ambitions of a rider
Mom put her prayers on a loose leaf every night, with her knees grazing the rug and
Meanwhile I was on creep with the guys
Weed tucked in the dashboard with the five
Pulling up right on the side of the ride
Mug heavy, signaling the lights, but the good vibe kept us alive
Oh who knew, I'd turn into something
While my nigga peddling rocks. he did time, but before he did tell me to keep jumping
Break in the class, hallway with the pass
Was the man, 17 years old first time with some ass in my two palms
Grab on em but she told me I'm too strong, baby girl I'm too gone
But who knew, I'd turn into something
Send a lil text to my telephone telling me she can't let go, been a month and
No response, left on read. but karma got a thing for me
You living in the wrong Joshua, don't play with the girls heart
Burn of effeminate, sow what you better reap. what my pops told me
But who knew, I'd turn into something
Colder than a moccasin whose coming with cunning to lock us in it
The ten who knew better ain't better than the five percentage
I'm on... but another wave, in another phase
Marathon cause the shit ain't really a race
I don't really concern what y'all got
I learned to take turn, determined my plot
Cause who knew I'd be the same, yeah
Ain't no difference, but them digits they done seen a raise, yeah
Ain't no switching, all forgiven on the rise up
Ain't no fucking switching, all forgiven on the rise up, ambitions of a rider
Who knew, I'd turn into something
Laying on the back, fan on a rotation, my people they out there fussing
In a dream I did believe that they did find peace in the midst of darkness
But I realized when I woke up wasn't no seed in the weeds of garden, regardless
Oh who knew, I'd turn into something
Late night by the desk, weather outside took turn to give me no rest
In the chance that I might fold when the night calls
Turn the bulb up, drop back, never drop off
Even with a loss and my back, back to the wall
Finna get a plaque, plastered, we don't need a boss
Cause I did it my way, let the chips fall
Oh who knew, I'd turn into something
Green light has it, ash it before you try and pass it you bastard, ye have little faith?
But I'm seeing everybody tryna get a plate
When the moon turn red, and the rain turn blood
And the rocks done moved, and the river don't flood
And the dirt don't mud where y'all niggas gon' run, on one
Oh who knew, I'd turn into something
Now I feel like GAWD is in the flesh ain't no assumptions
How we gon' do it bruh?
Choose one of many ways we can set it up
Either way niggas gon' lose, in the tuck
Tough luck, but the crew we don't give a what (fuck)
Tough love, in the truce can't get enough
Cause who knew I'd be the same, yeah
Ain't no difference, but them digits they done seen a raise, yeah
Ain't no switching, all forgiven on the rise up
Ain't no fucking switching, all forgiven on the rise up, ambitions of a rider
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Writer(s): Joshua Brown
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