These Dayz
The first time was me tellin' my poppa thoughts over instrumentals
Now it's instrumental that I dive way deep in my mental
Earnin' credentials
With every door that I'm walkin' in to
Voidin' all the business if ain't essential
Nigga I was 6 degrees just a year ago
Now every verse more critical when they hearin' yo
Every sentence
Every confliction
Quick to point out what you missin'
Like you came in it only for the mentions
Over the last few seasons
I lapped a least a couple of yo favorite
Crafted with the hand of God
Ain't no mistakes here
Got me mistaken with ones you fear
My only fright come from within the mirror
I rub it off to make it clear
Foggy days and nights in the abyss led me to the light ironically
Feel like an anomaly when surrounded constantly
By the property of all the owners, you know
Ones who hold the masters
But master got all the say so
So now you way mo'
Infatuated with lookin' the part
And stagin' the start
Keep it with art
We ages apart
24 but wiser than hispanic celebrations
Still the same 3 Kings that came up in the basement
Listenin' to Ross, Dre, and Jigga
A product of every coast
Six6th just had baby Nova so
I can't let it go
I just let it flow
Can't fall into a writers block when I'm only speakin' what I know
Noticin' the greatest of feelin's
When you alive but still qualify to make you a killin'
But still my nigga's still hopeless while they choke us and film it
To remind us that they crucified the face of religion
Shit, look
They monitored the moniker
Then told us a prophet don't ever question
Either step in or get to steppin'
I step with
The power of 11 men
I decide who pulls so they never go and tell a friend
Had to come to grips with the fact that they gon' come to grip
9's at age 9
Watching life slip
Strippin' the innocence from the eyes
Who still naive
Still a seed
In this jungle it's no old tree
Absent of an OG
I resembled Kobe
Studied ones before me
All the best advice came from all the ones with cold feet
George told me that I was one of the ones
Guess I became monumental by watchin' a ton
Treat all my nigga's same way they view confederate statues
I'll pull 'em all up off the ground if I have to
Ain't no time for playin' like what kneelin' at flags do
This was they last season
Told 'em that I'll lead these young nigga's like Brad Stevens
Segal or Jackson it's all in action
They'll pave the way for you
Long as you not a threat to ever pass them
It's all attraction
This could go forever but I'll save it for a classic
Karma comin' nigga
Now it's instrumental that I dive way deep in my mental
Earnin' credentials
With every door that I'm walkin' in to
Voidin' all the business if ain't essential
Nigga I was 6 degrees just a year ago
Now every verse more critical when they hearin' yo
Every sentence
Every confliction
Quick to point out what you missin'
Like you came in it only for the mentions
Over the last few seasons
I lapped a least a couple of yo favorite
Crafted with the hand of God
Ain't no mistakes here
Got me mistaken with ones you fear
My only fright come from within the mirror
I rub it off to make it clear
Foggy days and nights in the abyss led me to the light ironically
Feel like an anomaly when surrounded constantly
By the property of all the owners, you know
Ones who hold the masters
But master got all the say so
So now you way mo'
Infatuated with lookin' the part
And stagin' the start
Keep it with art
We ages apart
24 but wiser than hispanic celebrations
Still the same 3 Kings that came up in the basement
Listenin' to Ross, Dre, and Jigga
A product of every coast
Six6th just had baby Nova so
I can't let it go
I just let it flow
Can't fall into a writers block when I'm only speakin' what I know
Noticin' the greatest of feelin's
When you alive but still qualify to make you a killin'
But still my nigga's still hopeless while they choke us and film it
To remind us that they crucified the face of religion
Shit, look
They monitored the moniker
Then told us a prophet don't ever question
Either step in or get to steppin'
I step with
The power of 11 men
I decide who pulls so they never go and tell a friend
Had to come to grips with the fact that they gon' come to grip
9's at age 9
Watching life slip
Strippin' the innocence from the eyes
Who still naive
Still a seed
In this jungle it's no old tree
Absent of an OG
I resembled Kobe
Studied ones before me
All the best advice came from all the ones with cold feet
George told me that I was one of the ones
Guess I became monumental by watchin' a ton
Treat all my nigga's same way they view confederate statues
I'll pull 'em all up off the ground if I have to
Ain't no time for playin' like what kneelin' at flags do
This was they last season
Told 'em that I'll lead these young nigga's like Brad Stevens
Segal or Jackson it's all in action
They'll pave the way for you
Long as you not a threat to ever pass them
It's all attraction
This could go forever but I'll save it for a classic
Karma comin' nigga
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Writer(s): Trenton Butler Jr.
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