OFFF LEASH!
(Just listen to me go in)
(Young, young, ay, young, young)
(Brrrrr-ah! Brr-ah!)
Alright, see-
Young, Black intelligent immigrant from the Cities
Since a kiddie, knew I could be anybody but the president
Felt irrelevant, my time better spent
Chasing dreams like a dog off the leash
Even my dad didn't get it, but he could see it
My class, not a peep though
That hurt my ego, scoping the world through a peephole
Like what does he know, ain't no giant "Fee Fo"
Concealed like a desert eagle, only known when he blows
And with these songs, I was magged up
So shit didn't add up
Loosies, they went mad dumb
"Negussies," we were tagged up
Like luggage, they used to leave us in the back
'Til "Oh, I didn't know you could flow like Niagara"
Sheesh, there's a message in there somewhere
Reality is unfair, addicted to these drum snares
Taken to another place, maybe outer space
And these lyrics are a letter
Nigga sent this message from there
You better prepared when you brushed off
You see, if you in a room and no one fucks with you
And then you show them your shit, then they switch like kickflips
Nigga you know you the shit, nigga you know you the truth
It's like you really fucking with a nigga that's cool so like
Stop being a bully and go pop you some shrooms
Maybe stare at the moon and discover truths
You a loser, cuz I actually mean something when I log off computers
And I am after greatness, nigga no co-sign
Everything I spit is legit, it's a goldmine
And I reject any man that insists I must quit
Cuz my vision like the rent and it's on time
Yeah, dismissed more than I remember
But the fact I'm getting better means you gotta show it's your time
Before it's my time for a long time
And to the confines of my own mind couldn't find, couldn't draw a line
And I ain't getting younger
Hey, but I been getting smarter you could call me a Carter
Shuffling the cards of karma turned me into a starter
Like it's autumn surrounded by the fallen
Shawarmas and alcoholics
I need a ball-pen, to etch a life where likes is flawless
Couldn't afford to record it, so the memory distorted
Yeah, she left me heart all sinking
So the way I do my shows, man, your girl's not blinking (Woo!)
I just left the thrift now my thumb's all ancient
And I need something for my pinky (Yeah)
I need something for my wrist (Woo!)
Need it crackin', Rice Krispy
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, Ah
(Young, young, ay, young, young)
(Brrrrr-ah! Brr-ah!)
Alright, see-
Young, Black intelligent immigrant from the Cities
Since a kiddie, knew I could be anybody but the president
Felt irrelevant, my time better spent
Chasing dreams like a dog off the leash
Even my dad didn't get it, but he could see it
My class, not a peep though
That hurt my ego, scoping the world through a peephole
Like what does he know, ain't no giant "Fee Fo"
Concealed like a desert eagle, only known when he blows
And with these songs, I was magged up
So shit didn't add up
Loosies, they went mad dumb
"Negussies," we were tagged up
Like luggage, they used to leave us in the back
'Til "Oh, I didn't know you could flow like Niagara"
Sheesh, there's a message in there somewhere
Reality is unfair, addicted to these drum snares
Taken to another place, maybe outer space
And these lyrics are a letter
Nigga sent this message from there
You better prepared when you brushed off
You see, if you in a room and no one fucks with you
And then you show them your shit, then they switch like kickflips
Nigga you know you the shit, nigga you know you the truth
It's like you really fucking with a nigga that's cool so like
Stop being a bully and go pop you some shrooms
Maybe stare at the moon and discover truths
You a loser, cuz I actually mean something when I log off computers
And I am after greatness, nigga no co-sign
Everything I spit is legit, it's a goldmine
And I reject any man that insists I must quit
Cuz my vision like the rent and it's on time
Yeah, dismissed more than I remember
But the fact I'm getting better means you gotta show it's your time
Before it's my time for a long time
And to the confines of my own mind couldn't find, couldn't draw a line
And I ain't getting younger
Hey, but I been getting smarter you could call me a Carter
Shuffling the cards of karma turned me into a starter
Like it's autumn surrounded by the fallen
Shawarmas and alcoholics
I need a ball-pen, to etch a life where likes is flawless
Couldn't afford to record it, so the memory distorted
Yeah, she left me heart all sinking
So the way I do my shows, man, your girl's not blinking (Woo!)
I just left the thrift now my thumb's all ancient
And I need something for my pinky (Yeah)
I need something for my wrist (Woo!)
Need it crackin', Rice Krispy
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, Ah
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