87 Minutes
87 minutes on the phone, conversations with my past lives
87 minutes on the phone, conversations of me with my past lives
Telling me that I got 24, left what you doing for the last time
First I call my momma tell her I love her
Next I got no siblings but I'm calling all my brothers
Tell em I gotta recover memories when I was way past just buzzing
Now I'm down 22
Downtown in 22
Last night with the crew
Ain't much left to do
No time to pick and choose
Now it got me thinking bout the things I never had
Costs crossed the wants had to put it back
20 hours still got a chance
To fuck on that bitch and still secure the bag
Puffing flowers, we call it gas
After hours when I begin
Smoking I need that slow-motion cuz I only 15 more hours for me to live
Reach within I got the keys to win
Really just hoping I'm reaching that moment
I'm finally floating for coming to peace with things I did
Reach within I got the keys to win
Really just hoping I'm reaching that moment
I'm finally floating for coming to peace with things I did
Never spent 200k on my neck
Never spent 100k on my wrist
Wish it was fiction I spent a whole check
Ego-lifting just to fuck me a bitch
Never did I let it rain with a Tec
Not the type that need that kind of assist
Me and the brodies we catching a scent
Must be the bullshit coming from your breath
13 left and now I start to descent
I get back up just to feel the effects
She get back up just to give me some neck
You know the rest
I never rest
I need that check
I need that bread
I need the plug to deliver express
Out for the night don't know what to expect
All I know is I got 10 hours left
87 minutes on the phone, conversations of me with my past lives
Telling me that I got 24, left what you doing for the last time
Hold up wait a minute my phone ringing
That's death calling
Tell em leave a fucking message
I'm too busy west-siding
I ain't really scared of this
Let me unload clips start airing shit
Got me paranoid, think I'm hearing shit
Aww fuck, in my head again
All of this shit is a dream
I got a couple niggas living through me
And time is ticking, why they politicking, ain't no politician, but I'm bout the mula
That's a gross piece of American pie
In the land of where Americans die
Over the power of pussy damn
You would've figured they knew better man
What did you focus on who better than or bigger on IG
Scrolling they life away, thinking that right away a double tap might mean
A new fan, fuck that shit
fuck that swiping, fuck that bitch
Get on your grizzle my nigga
Yeah time is a missile my nigga just waiting to detonate
No section 8, but we made it out
The south side with the ramen noodles and the ghetto bird
When it's perched up right outside your crib
Don't come knocking 'less you bout something
Got a bloodline that'll vouch for me
With the red dot from the balcony
They don't know you, get around from me
Wasting your time
Worry bout people that's giving you hype
Getting the bag, storing the cash
Why is you mad cuz I'm fucking right
Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe you know how to move
This is the world and I'm learning the rules
And 24 hours determine your truth
Play to your strengths and let it recoup
87 minutes on the phone, conversations of me with my past lives
Telling me that I got 24, left what you doing for the last time
87 minutes on the phone, conversations of me with my past lives
Telling me that I got 24, left what you doing for the last time
First I call my momma tell her I love her
Next I got no siblings but I'm calling all my brothers
Tell em I gotta recover memories when I was way past just buzzing
Now I'm down 22
Downtown in 22
Last night with the crew
Ain't much left to do
No time to pick and choose
Now it got me thinking bout the things I never had
Costs crossed the wants had to put it back
20 hours still got a chance
To fuck on that bitch and still secure the bag
Puffing flowers, we call it gas
After hours when I begin
Smoking I need that slow-motion cuz I only 15 more hours for me to live
Reach within I got the keys to win
Really just hoping I'm reaching that moment
I'm finally floating for coming to peace with things I did
Reach within I got the keys to win
Really just hoping I'm reaching that moment
I'm finally floating for coming to peace with things I did
Never spent 200k on my neck
Never spent 100k on my wrist
Wish it was fiction I spent a whole check
Ego-lifting just to fuck me a bitch
Never did I let it rain with a Tec
Not the type that need that kind of assist
Me and the brodies we catching a scent
Must be the bullshit coming from your breath
13 left and now I start to descent
I get back up just to feel the effects
She get back up just to give me some neck
You know the rest
I never rest
I need that check
I need that bread
I need the plug to deliver express
Out for the night don't know what to expect
All I know is I got 10 hours left
87 minutes on the phone, conversations of me with my past lives
Telling me that I got 24, left what you doing for the last time
Hold up wait a minute my phone ringing
That's death calling
Tell em leave a fucking message
I'm too busy west-siding
I ain't really scared of this
Let me unload clips start airing shit
Got me paranoid, think I'm hearing shit
Aww fuck, in my head again
All of this shit is a dream
I got a couple niggas living through me
And time is ticking, why they politicking, ain't no politician, but I'm bout the mula
That's a gross piece of American pie
In the land of where Americans die
Over the power of pussy damn
You would've figured they knew better man
What did you focus on who better than or bigger on IG
Scrolling they life away, thinking that right away a double tap might mean
A new fan, fuck that shit
fuck that swiping, fuck that bitch
Get on your grizzle my nigga
Yeah time is a missile my nigga just waiting to detonate
No section 8, but we made it out
The south side with the ramen noodles and the ghetto bird
When it's perched up right outside your crib
Don't come knocking 'less you bout something
Got a bloodline that'll vouch for me
With the red dot from the balcony
They don't know you, get around from me
Wasting your time
Worry bout people that's giving you hype
Getting the bag, storing the cash
Why is you mad cuz I'm fucking right
Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe you know how to move
This is the world and I'm learning the rules
And 24 hours determine your truth
Play to your strengths and let it recoup
87 minutes on the phone, conversations of me with my past lives
Telling me that I got 24, left what you doing for the last time
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Writer(s): Daniel Penate
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