Two Years
Come back, two years
That's what I said
And listen, you'll hear a change
Two years, got no stress, I'm living like the best
Fuck it up, don't cheat it, like you rappin' test
With the team, we all kings, not the fuckin' rest
With the bag, we stackin' bread, we not a mess
Come so far, in two years
I can't stop
Get the bag, Get the bag, I'ma grind now
Shoutout to my haters, cause you mean a lot to me
Put me down and make me weak, that's what it really fucking seemed
Shoutout to the girl, that really started this and made me see
All the greatness in my life, your name beginning with a C
Fake friends, lotta shit
That I had to go through
Now i got my team
Best know I'ma make moves
This my real fucking life
Not no social breakthrough
I'ma grind to the top
Are you coming with me too
Shoutout to my ex, you really were the best
I fucked up and went against you, nothing less
Help me out here, I am calling in distress
How can no one hear me like a fucking death
Come back, two years
That's what I said
And listen, you'll hear a change
Two years, got no stress, I'm living like the best
Fuck it up, don't cheat it, like you rappin' test
With the team, we all kings, not the fuckin' rest
With the bag, we stackin' bread, we not a mess
Come so far, in two years
I can't stop
Get the bag, Get the bag, I'ma grind now
That's what I said
And listen, you'll hear a change
Two years, got no stress, I'm living like the best
Fuck it up, don't cheat it, like you rappin' test
With the team, we all kings, not the fuckin' rest
With the bag, we stackin' bread, we not a mess
Come so far, in two years
I can't stop
Get the bag, Get the bag, I'ma grind now
Shoutout to my haters, cause you mean a lot to me
Put me down and make me weak, that's what it really fucking seemed
Shoutout to the girl, that really started this and made me see
All the greatness in my life, your name beginning with a C
Fake friends, lotta shit
That I had to go through
Now i got my team
Best know I'ma make moves
This my real fucking life
Not no social breakthrough
I'ma grind to the top
Are you coming with me too
Shoutout to my ex, you really were the best
I fucked up and went against you, nothing less
Help me out here, I am calling in distress
How can no one hear me like a fucking death
Come back, two years
That's what I said
And listen, you'll hear a change
Two years, got no stress, I'm living like the best
Fuck it up, don't cheat it, like you rappin' test
With the team, we all kings, not the fuckin' rest
With the bag, we stackin' bread, we not a mess
Come so far, in two years
I can't stop
Get the bag, Get the bag, I'ma grind now
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Writer(s): Joshua Bashford
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