Back From 2018

Wrote my own story and tore out the pages
You already know I'm insane and outrageous
I am the shit and I live with the fragrance
I beat my own drum and then march to the cadence
I'm on my own rhythm you can't even play it
You can't comprehend all the words that I'm saying
I'll do you a favor, provide the translation
I'll break it down and then simply rephrase it
Life is a game but I'm more than just playing
I run the whole map and I'm feeling audacious
A matter of time 'till I'm selling out stages
Alone in my zone and it's comfy and spacious
So high out of orbit I roll in a spaceship
Wearing hoodies if it's freezing or blazing
It's more than a fashion I'm making a statement
Never did sell out but could use some payments

Stay up all night and then work through the day
They threw shade on me and I threw it away
Feeling like Santa I slide when I slay
Sneak in her crib and I'm gone the next day
I don't make it rain, I just make it snow
No trust in you hoes that's why I'm so froze
She kiss and tell, but I never told
Made money myself your money is old
I'm not selling myself, I've already been sold
Landed on the moon but the stars are my goal
I bend and I break, but make no mistake
I'm not origami so I never fold
But I fold up my paper the cards in my hand
Call me Constantine 'cause I got the plan
I fuck with demons and get tipsy off whiskey
Take your best shot even aimbot will miss me
I'm young and Black so that's prone to attack
I stay on my hustle but don't call me Nipsey

I'm a survivor can't say it enough
Never gave up when the going got tough
Life was a bitch so I got in her guts
No fruits for my labor instead she got nut
I love when I spazz, I love when I stunt
My friends got my back, I stay in the front
I don't stay on the side, I stay on the court
Never subbed out, I stay on the board
I was cutting it close like I fumbled a sword
But learned from mistakes that I done before
It's risk and reward, it's love and war
Take a look back on the battles I fought
Did some terrible shit but I never got caught
The clothing is new but the swagger not bought
Burn out on these tracks and I pop out a wheel
No faking the greatness it's only for real
It comes at a cost, the price of a boss
Lose some investments, recoup from the loss

This album's a snack, the next one's the meal
Make so much you'd think I'm stuck in a deal
I'm stuck in a box, in my mind I stay locked
Losing in Tetris, my head's full of blocks
I go hard for a season then chill and relax
I popped then I stopped now I'm bringing it back
So bring out the gats and send out your armies
Can cut off my limbs but never disarm me
You clowns are insane I ain't talking the posse
Talking about bodies, I pop yours like ollies
Kill me in this life and I come back a zombie
No cure in this movie no way you can stop me



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Chatelain
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