So Sour
This right here is a jam for the niggas
That understand the mind that the mind
Of the pussy is the power
Cold showers, that last for hours
Pickle shade bitches they turn so sour
So sour, they turn so sour
Pickle shade bitches they turn so sour
So sour, they turn so sour
Steady the element
Pilot did it again
Again, again, again, again
Up in the night
Smoke in the air
I'm tripping
Blurring my vision
Fuck is my tolerance
I don't be smoking it up
Keep it burning
Gotta be honest
I've been yearning, earning, earning
Got me a stash
Fucking the general public
Curbing the bitches
Playing the motion
Come and compare
Moving like ghost
Nothing be rarer
Stacking my tokens
Crown me a king
A castle beware
Spazzing the haters
The lot of you bogus
I'm dicking your fortress
I'm hoping you notice
Propping the team
It's ULG
EST in 2015
Matching no mixing
Making no hitting
Calling to kill it
You is a boomer
Sour like lemon
Leaving the building
The pilot is out
Racing to finish
Oh my to a hard life
Got another try
As I wave goodbye
To the old ones, that knowing me
I stay the same
Done changing place
Its pilot trace, the fucking people been afraid
Dollar, dimes, we monetize
Closing up and then divide
Split it up, its due to rise
I'm running yo dreams
Loving a fan they looking at me
I am support no beam
Knowing whatever it means
This right here is a jam for the niggas
That understand the mind that the mind
Of the pussy is the power
Cold showers, that last for hours
Pickle shade bitches they turn so sour
So sour, they turn so sour
Pickle shade bitches they turn so sour
So sour, they turn so sour
I'm back I broke the bank
Been swimming in my stank
Been lifted by the pain, had to come back again
People been asking, people been asking
Where you go, where you go
Well you know, well you know, procrasti-nating
Why you all been hating
I been busy creating
Yeah you know where i'm staying
Yeah since back in the day
I stay real I don't fake
Y'all need to chill with the hate
Why you sounding half made
With the choices you made
Always one for the fade
Tried to make my own way
Gave you 31 days
In the sun like a raisin
Swear this sounds is so amazing
Question me how I made it
Told myself that I can't be afraid
I just gotta be courageous
Proving this to myself
I didn't think I could do it
Had to settle my debts
Making bets with myself and the music
Giving me time, giving me time
Just to make this happen
I gotta do the things that I say
Cause I don't print retractions
All these waves making action
I can see that you lacking
I do this music thing all by myself
I don't need nobody tracking
That's not the message I'm sending
I still want people attending
But if you mad, I guess it was you
Guess you need to be offended
I don't like the way it ended
Things getting to deep
All the things we quit
What the hell do we keep
All these niggas looking sleep
I want this thing forever
I want to learn from the masters
I wanna do this thing better
Me versus me
I want to do this thing better
That understand the mind that the mind
Of the pussy is the power
Cold showers, that last for hours
Pickle shade bitches they turn so sour
So sour, they turn so sour
Pickle shade bitches they turn so sour
So sour, they turn so sour
Steady the element
Pilot did it again
Again, again, again, again
Up in the night
Smoke in the air
I'm tripping
Blurring my vision
Fuck is my tolerance
I don't be smoking it up
Keep it burning
Gotta be honest
I've been yearning, earning, earning
Got me a stash
Fucking the general public
Curbing the bitches
Playing the motion
Come and compare
Moving like ghost
Nothing be rarer
Stacking my tokens
Crown me a king
A castle beware
Spazzing the haters
The lot of you bogus
I'm dicking your fortress
I'm hoping you notice
Propping the team
It's ULG
EST in 2015
Matching no mixing
Making no hitting
Calling to kill it
You is a boomer
Sour like lemon
Leaving the building
The pilot is out
Racing to finish
Oh my to a hard life
Got another try
As I wave goodbye
To the old ones, that knowing me
I stay the same
Done changing place
Its pilot trace, the fucking people been afraid
Dollar, dimes, we monetize
Closing up and then divide
Split it up, its due to rise
I'm running yo dreams
Loving a fan they looking at me
I am support no beam
Knowing whatever it means
This right here is a jam for the niggas
That understand the mind that the mind
Of the pussy is the power
Cold showers, that last for hours
Pickle shade bitches they turn so sour
So sour, they turn so sour
Pickle shade bitches they turn so sour
So sour, they turn so sour
I'm back I broke the bank
Been swimming in my stank
Been lifted by the pain, had to come back again
People been asking, people been asking
Where you go, where you go
Well you know, well you know, procrasti-nating
Why you all been hating
I been busy creating
Yeah you know where i'm staying
Yeah since back in the day
I stay real I don't fake
Y'all need to chill with the hate
Why you sounding half made
With the choices you made
Always one for the fade
Tried to make my own way
Gave you 31 days
In the sun like a raisin
Swear this sounds is so amazing
Question me how I made it
Told myself that I can't be afraid
I just gotta be courageous
Proving this to myself
I didn't think I could do it
Had to settle my debts
Making bets with myself and the music
Giving me time, giving me time
Just to make this happen
I gotta do the things that I say
Cause I don't print retractions
All these waves making action
I can see that you lacking
I do this music thing all by myself
I don't need nobody tracking
That's not the message I'm sending
I still want people attending
But if you mad, I guess it was you
Guess you need to be offended
I don't like the way it ended
Things getting to deep
All the things we quit
What the hell do we keep
All these niggas looking sleep
I want this thing forever
I want to learn from the masters
I wanna do this thing better
Me versus me
I want to do this thing better
Credits
Writer(s): Trace Barnett
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