New Light
New light shining down from above
Remember someone saying fame one hell of a drug
Who do you go to when you the one that they go to
And you keep it locked in
On a mission to change the game
Why I'm so locked in
I got so many lanes I can't be boxed in
I got 99 problems but I'm still gon win
I been
Doin me since middle school when I was lost
Lived a childhood that felt like I lived 2 lifetimes
Everything I rap n**** these are real life rhymes
But that should go without sayin
Say they gon call up they homie then call up parley
I be religious but I get freaky on a Sunday
You think it'd taste better if it was dipped up in a sundae
Ride me like a Honda
But yet one of those Tesla's
Autopilot on that ass
I gotta bless up
N**** say it wit yo chest if you gon' flex up
Even when I never said it I knew I was next up
Brush the dust off of my shoulder from backhanded compliments
Been thru hell and back and I ain't even have no back up
Look over at the DJ and say turn the fuckin track up
Gaining traction ain't take my foot off the gas since 16'
Couldn't even teach this sauce in a course
Know what I mean?
Hook shot over a hater something like Kareem
Feelin so damn close to sayin I'm livin the dream
I can feel it in the air
It ain't a thing
Yea yea
10 years in the game and the hunger only burns stronger,
Every song a reminder that I was built to last longer
Let's go
Remember someone saying fame one hell of a drug
Who do you go to when you the one that they go to
And you keep it locked in
On a mission to change the game
Why I'm so locked in
I got so many lanes I can't be boxed in
I got 99 problems but I'm still gon win
I been
Doin me since middle school when I was lost
Lived a childhood that felt like I lived 2 lifetimes
Everything I rap n**** these are real life rhymes
But that should go without sayin
Say they gon call up they homie then call up parley
I be religious but I get freaky on a Sunday
You think it'd taste better if it was dipped up in a sundae
Ride me like a Honda
But yet one of those Tesla's
Autopilot on that ass
I gotta bless up
N**** say it wit yo chest if you gon' flex up
Even when I never said it I knew I was next up
Brush the dust off of my shoulder from backhanded compliments
Been thru hell and back and I ain't even have no back up
Look over at the DJ and say turn the fuckin track up
Gaining traction ain't take my foot off the gas since 16'
Couldn't even teach this sauce in a course
Know what I mean?
Hook shot over a hater something like Kareem
Feelin so damn close to sayin I'm livin the dream
I can feel it in the air
It ain't a thing
Yea yea
10 years in the game and the hunger only burns stronger,
Every song a reminder that I was built to last longer
Let's go
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Penn
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