Nostalgia, Noir

Check check check
I could spit a couple 22's if I want to
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I could spit a couple 22's if I want to
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I could spit a couple 22's if I

Reporting live, from the side
With the dirt, colored eyes
From the times, that they tried
To bury me alive
I survive and I thrive
(I survive and I thrive)
I survive and I thrive
(I survive and I thrive)

Reporting live, from the side
With the dirt, colored eyes
From the times, that they tried
To bury me alive
I survive and I thrive
(I survive and I thrive)
I survive and I thrive
(I survive and I thrive)

Ayo
So getting pussy wasn't the problem
Staying out of it was, even when awkward as fuck
Looking savage and as harsh as rations offered for lunch
But when yo stomach is so hollow go and gobble it up
I don't want it but I need it like a pardon from Trump
My life was Rocky as fuck
So impoverished McDonald's hardly an option for us
I was mobbin with demons, novice, was hard to adjust
Being a follower sure to turn all my consciousness dust
Noggin bombarded with toxins because it all was too much
Bruh restocked from the plug
And first stop was mi casa, bottle coddled the musk
Tasha Smith caught the scent and told my pocket to hush
Explore the days of Zo and Ace, assorted angst and smorgasbords of pain
We never fold or wane when misfortune bore its morbid face
Just going prone with poker face
Heard that bow and prayed
Though we wasn't playing Hunger Games
Floorboards where I laid, so it's safe to say that flow ingrained

We don't switch demeanors when police around
If that reaper seek to meet with me we greet him free and loud

Raised on those blocks that was hot hot
Turn a nigga tee from '03 into crop tops
Mama hit the flo' with baby bro when shots rang out
Everything changed the day they shot the homie brains out
Ironic, right around the time Nothing the Same came out
Swear that I can't take this shit
Nigga stayed makin' hits
That mean they brought the 40 so you know that Drac' came with it
Seen my first body by my cousins house
Seen my cousins body by my mamas house
Senior year, sleepin' all up on that couch
Ate up by the bedbugs
Dolo minded cuz all my life I felt like a stepson
Pain I ain't afraid to show, place I ain't afraid to go
But I won't let it take control
Ok, I'll admit this how I heal because I made it so
I'm an alchemist, they gave me shit and I created gold
(So)
And I'm so misrepresented by niggas that claim the Mil
Y'all souls was never in it
Like, aye
And I'm so misrepresented by niggas that claim the
Y'all souls was never
Aye



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Writer(s): Cameron Robertson
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