Yearbook

Yeah
Ima look back in this motherfuckin yearbook
Cause in a time of reminiscing on shit, it's all I can do
The shit in this motherfucker can't all be bad though
There's gotta be something good to remember
We all can relate to this shit, You know what I'm saying?

I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
Goin back in time just so I could have a clear look
Back when I was a youngsta tryna get by
When I was writing Mile High like it was all the time
I be with my pen and paper on that rap shit
On that "Just Another Day" and "Paperback" shit
Jammin' with my homies eating baby back ribs
While I'm writing to these beats on some relax shit
I went from rags to riches
Rich enough to buy the dish rack to stack them dishes
They say I'm lackin' senses
They're calling me delusional and think that rap's a gimmick
But I'm not determined to fail if this adjective is
On point with the motherfuckin' same exact precision
When I'm writing rhymes that'll have your sorry ass offended
Competitions on the come-up but they act pretentious
And I'm just tryna make my life worth living that's the mission

I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
(Back when I was a youngsta tryna get by)
I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
(When I was writing Mile High like it was all the time)
I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
(Back when I was a youngsta tryna get by)
I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
(When I was writing Mile High like it was all the time)

When I wake up I be thinking of the better days
When I go to sleep we would never separate ways
It was all a dream every night I deprivate
I be lookin at her face as my way to medicate
Then I'd contemplate the times that I shoulda made
An attempt to shoot my shot but I was so afraid
I was never deserving of having love again
'Til I realized I'm the motherfucker I would always hate
I be feelin like a wreck, I be insecure
Because I ain't had a normal life that's for sure
I would love her so much but the mind be in a war
With my fuckin heart cause I could never have her anymore
Thinkin of this kinda shit would leave me torn apart
Knowing it could leave her broken hearted 'fore we'd even start
It's all a fucking jogging memory that be afar
And yet I still be thinking about if it could be different tomorrow

I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
(Back when I was a youngsta tryna get by)
I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
(When I was writing Mile High like it was all the time)
I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
(Back when I was a youngsta tryna get by)
I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
(When I was writing Mile High like it was all the time)

I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
Goin back in time just so I could have a clear look
When I was playing basketball in the 8th grade
As a motherfuckin' juvenile tryna make way
From all the problematic shit of this home life
And then I thought I was the fuckin problem this whole time
I was fourteen and already went through enough
Then I heard "The Chronic" and I stopped giving a fuck
I had crafted "The Mixtape Show" in almost five years
And even that was a nightmare
Because all of my ideas were bigger than ever
Tryna get 'em together, stuck in a tight grip
I ain't tryna incite fear but tryna take the biggest step
Will be the hardest shit in your life, kid
Comin from the motherfucker lookin back
In his yearbook never thinking I'd get as far as I did

I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
(Back when I was a youngsta tryna get by)
I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
(When I was writing Mile High like it was all the time)
I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
(Back when I was a youngsta tryna get by)
I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
(When I was writing Mile High like it was all the time)

I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
(Back when I was a youngsta tryna get by)
I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
(When I was writing Mile High like it was all the time)
I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
(Back when I was a youngsta tryna get by)
I be swiping through the pages in my yearbook
(When I was writing Mile High like it was all the time)