Seasons Intro

Yeah, let me tell you bout a story bout little muh'fucka from a small town nigga
Spending summer days sippin' 40's with his cousin
Bangin' Snoop in the cutlass when we around nigga (Snoop Dogg)
Mixing sprite with the tussin
Neighborhood star but he ain't having discussions
With nobody from the big city with the bright lights
Know he can ball, he's just stuck up on the sideline
Yeah, I wonder when it's my time
Maybe the world will love me whenever I die
Maybe the worlds bouta catch up now, I think my girl gettin' fed up now
Cuz she been with me so long through the journey, head stuck in the clouds
Now we grown, bills running up now
But I just wanna be a rap star
I just wanna be a rap star, since I was little smoking weed in the back yard
Man, I miss them days, with my niggas while they hit them plays
I'd be writing in my notepad saying (Ima be like Jay)
Watching everybody else get paid
I would always say, "That lifestyle really just ain't me" fast forward I'm the man on beats
But I remember selling pills one time I had nothing to eat
Hit the lick a quick $80 now I'm back on my feet man
I don't glorify it, but when you're hungry shit is horrifying
And you're living on a working mans budget
And it's Sunday and you're broke, gotta make it all the way to Friday
And everybody knows you from rhyming, confirming that you really got it
But you got two baby's to feed and these words on beats
Ain't benefiting your fucking pockets
It's a dream though
The only thing that brings out your inner king though
But you know that when the world catch up
You gon' see everybody ride the wave like a speed boat

Till then I'll just be right here dreamin'
(Dreamin' dreamin' ohhhhh)
Seen people change on me like seasons
(They changed on me. They changed on me ohhhh)

But fuck it though
I don't got time to think about it
I'm really working on a legacy hoe
Put in 10,000 with this rap shit, man, I'm feeling like I'm destined to blow
I'm feeling like I got the recipe though
Feeling like niggas really should be honored standing next to me though
Nothing personal, I'd say it to Hov
I'll say it to Cole
You gotta understand I'm on of the goats yo
Niggas know me, and they know that I'm a problem forreal
This the moment when your hands forced to little bro boy Brody, that Allen Iverson feel
With the mind state I'm really Kobe
And I don't got a problem putting niggas on the highlight reel
I know it's coming with the territory
In and out the city I'm the realest in your eyesight still man

I remember watching ESPN one time and Lavar Ball was on there saying he could beat Michael Jordan, this nigga fucking fried

But fuck it though.
I don't got time to think about it
I'm really here on some legacy shit
Make the next decade really all about me, like I'm on some 70's shit
Keeping me from Dollas (Dallas)
Then you better send a head shot, on some Kennedy shit
Talk to God when I speak to myself in the mirror, you know, that divinity shit
I see the future vividly and it's showing
I don't pretend to be nothing but it's coming with enemies cuz little me
Made it now they act like they kin to me, ain't kin to me
Really everybody some mini me's, I'm chemically; balanced way different then niggas
Even with a Nikon I couldn't picture you niggas, being an icon like Renzy my nigga
Welcome back to this rap shit, it was missing you nigga

And I apologize for leaving
(I apologize, I apologize) I know it's been a while but
I'd like to welcome you to Seasons
(Seasons, Seasons ahhhh)

Changing on me like seasons
Mood keep switching like seasons man
Fighting all of these demons, year round like the seasons man