December 16

(Kylo)
I been told to keep a swivel on my shoulders
Any minute, any second, it could go down and I know it ain't the biggest possibility
But I can't let this life be over
Even though I can't control it
Gotta make it count for every single fuckin' moment
Checkin' up on all my uncles and my tias in the homeland
Growin' up I never thought that I would learn from all the throwbacks
Now I'm on the fuckin' mic' and I hear that I be on that
Use my manners at the table, granny said I should of known that
Now we headed to the fiesta
Mama tryna set me up with Vanessa
But I got another one from Odessa
For this one I got a lot of love so don't mess up
Won't dip my cup, better pass that blunt
Take a look up at the calendar we only young once
Now I'm screaming to the heavens that we have a long run
When the clock strike eleven activity going up

Winnin' lately, gotta toast it
Feelin' hazy, going through the motions
Can't save me I need a potion
The beat is sounding handwoven
Keep on doing what I'm doing gotta stay golden

Oh shit we smoking on the dopest
No we never shutting down the stu' is staying open
Please get out my fucking face talking all that woke shit
Talking like you made it, you ain't even fucking close bitch
Punch 'em right up in the face, both fists, got my brothers in the mix
Get you any day, I be thinkin' about the shit I did
We gon' make 'em pay, I do 'em dirty, then I do a jig
Stay up late and wake up early just to get the hours in
'Til I'm in a gurney I'll be burning up the power spliff
Walking in the building what the fuck they let the cowards in
I be at the club they asking me to let the bouncers in
Way I'm rapping lately got me asking where my flowers is
Make the analysis, surveying the scene
Feel like I'm one album away, from reaching my dream
Been on my Wu-Tang shit, I'm getting the C.R.E.A.M.
And if I bang this bitch, then so will the team
Na na na na na, na na na, fuck you doing to 'em
Roger, roger, roger, walkie-talkie, I be in tune
Bringing out the dark side, feeling like a full moon
Hoppin' out the coupe, I'm on the block until the high noon

Winnin' lately, gotta toast it
Feelin' hazy, going through the motions
Can't save me I need a potion
The beat is sounding handwoven
Keep on doing what I'm doing gotta stay golden
We gon' make 'em pay, I do 'em dirty, then I do a jig
Stay up late and wake up early just to get the hours in
'Til I'm in a gurney I'll be burning up the power spliff
Walking in the building what the fuck they let the cowards in
I be at the club they asking me to let the bouncers in
Way I'm rapping lately got me asking where my flowers is



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Writer(s): Steven Chloros
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