Hindsight

When I feel something in my tracks
I go back to my roots
I'm swimming in the facts
Y'all dabble in the truth
Know the fake ain't gon last
But still I'm blasting at dudes
I know growing ain't yo path so I won't ask it of you
Over-potent out the cask, sip a flask of this juice
Pop out early like a bastard should do
Cause this shit seeming less far-fetched
Never been a screw up hear I blew up, it's a large yes
And nigga, I ain't even really started yet
She mean it seem but they know she flowin' the nicest
Barely 30 having me a midlife crisis
Cause that twenty-nine aged better than honey wine
And no no I ain't saying I'm the finest
I'm just rhyming with the rhymest of em
False prophets, fake gods and real dummies
You either laugh or you cry and the shit is still funny
Damn, where I'm sittin' the feds lucky
Karma dead funny, I was donating the feds money
Dropped some happy shit I'm still a little queasy 'bout it
Talkin' 'bout female rappers just gon' and leave me out it
Not me raising my pitch so I don't sound like these niggas
For what? I don't sound like you niggas
And if you don't recognize I guess it best if I
Charge it all to neglected chest and thighs
You need more exercise
Need to hit Justin up and give ya best a try
Come around me buggin' I'ma let the pests decide
Bounce like the Queen in this bitch minding my black business
Rap under trees homie, I'm that gifted
Got me presently past tensing, tryna pass wisdom
'Cause all these niggas behind me
Goddamn I'm glad that I missed 'em
I'm that spitta and then some
I figured it out
So I'm good like anytime I gotta wiggle the route
Cause what my mind like?
Clear like my present view is in hindsight
Ain't no comparisons for what the fuck I rhyme like



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Writer(s): Deja Mann
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