Age
What the fuck is age, when I'm growing, still?
ADHD made it hard for me holding still
Now, this PTSD got me close to steel
Chiefing weed
So for real
Grope the toast for meals
Used to run it from the shoulders
Never sober
Still break down clovers in a slow glow and chill
Lucky me, right?
Only the ones who really know me still fuck wit me tight
The fuckery real
Been in too deep when I was knee height
Sinking feelings I'd never see heights
A comforting feel, to be 3 years past the average expiration date
Or should I say expected fate?
I've seen niggas be out of sink and then get wet, to face
Kind of the Conway but left with Crooked I from the bullet they weapon waste
Clip in my ear like Beerus: the mark of a destroyer god
With time came the wisdom to destroy a god
I'm aided with developing patience
Though, I'm still annoyed with yall for not understanding
The weight of these shoes is why I enjoyed the walk
They wanna talk to me bout age
Most these old niggas don't even wanna act they age
Youngins come up too quick to identify with age
Most niggas where I'm from don't even make it to my age
I'm thankful I'm alive
They wanna talk to me bout getting older
At this point I feel like I'd rather die than try living sober
Could less about my effects on a different culture
Only my niggas blood is sacred
Whoever spill it, get toasters, when we approaching
I never wanna have to grip a weapon
I'm just tryna chill
Still, smokin a backwood of somebody who disrespected
Talkin to women like
"you'd look better with me next to you"
So they come to play with the goat like a petting zoo
Steppin to 31 with a check for the bills
You buy her shoes, She top me up
I got her head over hills
Having trouble meshing with the rest of the field
How depressing a feel
To know everything I see to em real
Trying to remove myself from led in the steel
But still regressing when what he said a tiff and then I'm letting em peal
Uncredited, still
Reppin it, trill
Letting em feel
Debit it through your executive, chill
They aint finna play me at this age
Not with all the music, I've created at this age
And people really think that I'm 10 years up in age
And peers really aint get near because they feared me for an age
We really aint on the same page
They wanna talk to me bout age
Most these old niggas don't even wanna act they age
Youngins come up too quick to identify with age
Most niggas where I'm from don't even make it to my age
I'm thankful I'm alive
They wanna talk to me bout age
ADHD made it hard for me holding still
Now, this PTSD got me close to steel
Chiefing weed
So for real
Grope the toast for meals
Used to run it from the shoulders
Never sober
Still break down clovers in a slow glow and chill
Lucky me, right?
Only the ones who really know me still fuck wit me tight
The fuckery real
Been in too deep when I was knee height
Sinking feelings I'd never see heights
A comforting feel, to be 3 years past the average expiration date
Or should I say expected fate?
I've seen niggas be out of sink and then get wet, to face
Kind of the Conway but left with Crooked I from the bullet they weapon waste
Clip in my ear like Beerus: the mark of a destroyer god
With time came the wisdom to destroy a god
I'm aided with developing patience
Though, I'm still annoyed with yall for not understanding
The weight of these shoes is why I enjoyed the walk
They wanna talk to me bout age
Most these old niggas don't even wanna act they age
Youngins come up too quick to identify with age
Most niggas where I'm from don't even make it to my age
I'm thankful I'm alive
They wanna talk to me bout getting older
At this point I feel like I'd rather die than try living sober
Could less about my effects on a different culture
Only my niggas blood is sacred
Whoever spill it, get toasters, when we approaching
I never wanna have to grip a weapon
I'm just tryna chill
Still, smokin a backwood of somebody who disrespected
Talkin to women like
"you'd look better with me next to you"
So they come to play with the goat like a petting zoo
Steppin to 31 with a check for the bills
You buy her shoes, She top me up
I got her head over hills
Having trouble meshing with the rest of the field
How depressing a feel
To know everything I see to em real
Trying to remove myself from led in the steel
But still regressing when what he said a tiff and then I'm letting em peal
Uncredited, still
Reppin it, trill
Letting em feel
Debit it through your executive, chill
They aint finna play me at this age
Not with all the music, I've created at this age
And people really think that I'm 10 years up in age
And peers really aint get near because they feared me for an age
We really aint on the same page
They wanna talk to me bout age
Most these old niggas don't even wanna act they age
Youngins come up too quick to identify with age
Most niggas where I'm from don't even make it to my age
I'm thankful I'm alive
They wanna talk to me bout age
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Writer(s): Devontay Bradshaw
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