6 Speed
It's funny never knowing how to start these
Like car keys
Its certain ignition
Makes em listen
Like a heartbeat
I'm pumping that rhythm into they system
I'm a lost breed
It's rare when I stumble into my image
This is God's child
Young Nasir, but from the Dog Pound
The stuff I hear when I'm not round
This gotta be a reason for it
This gotta be the season for it
You know a virus gonna cease the moment
Sick of everybody doin burnt shit
I want reimbursement
Na I ain't forgot, I still remember like ya first kiss
Felt like I was chasing my youth, when I heard this
You in ya second childhood, damn that's the worst shit
Candy rain slapping in the Honda, I can't complain
Strizzy make a canvas for emotions I just can't contain
Its jerseys in my closet, but I'm fan of change
I know you'll still get that picture if the camera breaks
Miss me, with reasons why didn't speak
I been soul searching, hiatus been like six weeks
I rode a bike for my nerves and did a 360
Its still things I can't pedal away from on that 6 speed
Like you ain't gotta question my pen, my nigga this me
Im curious to ask around, and see where that list leads
Cuz I got homies in the pen, others on the big screen
I'm somewhere in the middle of that traffic, where the bridge meets
You questioning my choice
I don't listen to that voice
Same one that spoke to Chester, I don't fall into that noise
They used to call me out, but now they call a nigga poised
Might be on a different route, but we all knowin where it's going
Straight like that
Like car keys
Its certain ignition
Makes em listen
Like a heartbeat
I'm pumping that rhythm into they system
I'm a lost breed
It's rare when I stumble into my image
This is God's child
Young Nasir, but from the Dog Pound
The stuff I hear when I'm not round
This gotta be a reason for it
This gotta be the season for it
You know a virus gonna cease the moment
Sick of everybody doin burnt shit
I want reimbursement
Na I ain't forgot, I still remember like ya first kiss
Felt like I was chasing my youth, when I heard this
You in ya second childhood, damn that's the worst shit
Candy rain slapping in the Honda, I can't complain
Strizzy make a canvas for emotions I just can't contain
Its jerseys in my closet, but I'm fan of change
I know you'll still get that picture if the camera breaks
Miss me, with reasons why didn't speak
I been soul searching, hiatus been like six weeks
I rode a bike for my nerves and did a 360
Its still things I can't pedal away from on that 6 speed
Like you ain't gotta question my pen, my nigga this me
Im curious to ask around, and see where that list leads
Cuz I got homies in the pen, others on the big screen
I'm somewhere in the middle of that traffic, where the bridge meets
You questioning my choice
I don't listen to that voice
Same one that spoke to Chester, I don't fall into that noise
They used to call me out, but now they call a nigga poised
Might be on a different route, but we all knowin where it's going
Straight like that
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Writer(s): Jason Garber
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