2023 Freestyle
I'll be right back where you leadin' me, I've been on the road, boy
Now I'm comin' home, home, home, home
Ayy, big bro, you still hear me?
I'm really tryna see shit clearly
Wanna tell me something?
Say it now, ain't no one else near me,
Know I doubt my secrets and my loyalty's deepest
I sent her them flowers that last for years for a reason
She cried for me, but I'm the one that's supposed to be grieving
Look, look, they ain't see me fall apart, they shook
What you want me pour this pain on the streets or a hook?
I don't follow recipes by the book
They threw salt on my name,
So they should know ain't shit sweet when I cook
Defensive player of the year, all them charges he took
I'm only here cause my brother made sure I was good
But these beats don't hit the same as his heartbeat would
I'm tryna smile more, family members' numbers get dialed more
My fault, I don't be lovin' women, I outsource
Socks off, should be tip toeing on top floors
I'm from the bottom, it makes sense to get topped off
I'm taught I never could break my word or get outscored
I'm tryna paint it for ya,
I can't explain it to ya
How do I say this to ya?
I'll be right back where you leadin' me, I've been on the road, boy
Now I'm comin' home, home, home, home
I'll be right back with you
We're in Minnesota in the hotel room, it's just me and Yaz
And we just We just talkin'
Last night I stayed up doin' nothin'
It was just my mind up to something
Tired of letting go, I never knowin' what's comin'
Stayin' far from sober is how I cope, just thuggin
Girl, my heart's broken, it hurts, don't touch it
Just make me change subjects
We ain't duckin' no smoke, this is Cheech and Chong
Send shots from the road, but that shit hits home
You got someone holdin' tight, I go through things of my own
Even when the section crowded, I be feelin' alone
Real shit
Highly medicated, I've been diagnosed with chronic impatience
And my circles stay in the maintenance
I give up but God's soldiers wasn't built to leave a post
Even if the middle of hell's where they stationed
Show my pain to a ting, it was art
Now she fillin' my paintings
I don't feel shit and it's feelin' amazing
Saw a fiend goin' vacay, stuck in the basement
Find a way of escapin', can't do no complainin'
Lately all I think about is street shit
Murder, all of this pain
We ain't get receipts for everything we charged to the game
All my old songs I focused on rap
Spittin' bars to the rhythm of my life's boom baps
Where'd I leave off? July, don't expect
Yeah, right here
Sorry, it's just my dream wasn't as loud as my nightmares
Literally and mentally, my demons don't fight fair
Can't nobody walk in my shoes, these my pair
Fantasizing by the world with lords, he's not rare
My pops wise, he got dark skin and white hair
Why should he not keep flowin'? Walk in clubs with no IDs shown
It's not a flex, it's just respect wherever we be gone
Chain the timepiece, Sean
Made the environments that our seeds growin'
Be better than the ones we got our peace of mind destroyed in
And my whole body got scars embroidered
See this new one right here, God just wrote it
If you read between the lines, you think God's a poet
I'm a playa, even my mama know it
I'm a problem, even scholars know it
Couldn't solve me, ask whoever for the answer
Bitch, not even Stephen Hawkins know it
I'm a target, so I'm guarded for it
See that image they portray, my dog is wanted for it
All the women that I ghosted, now I'm haunted for it
Fuck it, let me bleed
Rogue God, Rocky shit, made me Creed
Break bread says I have ain't teach me greed
And my lil niece and nephew watch as I lead
So my most important followers is all 5G
Stash box cops won't find the fifth I plead
She say "how you Y.M. but still stay low key?"
Think my favorite Lil Wayne line is bitch on me
My dawg locked up but his mind be free
No bark or bite, he's a dying breed
When I jumped off the porch it was a giant leap
My dreams keep me up when I'm tryin' to sleep
We in Minnesota
Happy birthday my dawg
Now I'm comin' home, home, home, home
Ayy, big bro, you still hear me?
I'm really tryna see shit clearly
Wanna tell me something?
Say it now, ain't no one else near me,
Know I doubt my secrets and my loyalty's deepest
I sent her them flowers that last for years for a reason
She cried for me, but I'm the one that's supposed to be grieving
Look, look, they ain't see me fall apart, they shook
What you want me pour this pain on the streets or a hook?
I don't follow recipes by the book
They threw salt on my name,
So they should know ain't shit sweet when I cook
Defensive player of the year, all them charges he took
I'm only here cause my brother made sure I was good
But these beats don't hit the same as his heartbeat would
I'm tryna smile more, family members' numbers get dialed more
My fault, I don't be lovin' women, I outsource
Socks off, should be tip toeing on top floors
I'm from the bottom, it makes sense to get topped off
I'm taught I never could break my word or get outscored
I'm tryna paint it for ya,
I can't explain it to ya
How do I say this to ya?
I'll be right back where you leadin' me, I've been on the road, boy
Now I'm comin' home, home, home, home
I'll be right back with you
We're in Minnesota in the hotel room, it's just me and Yaz
And we just We just talkin'
Last night I stayed up doin' nothin'
It was just my mind up to something
Tired of letting go, I never knowin' what's comin'
Stayin' far from sober is how I cope, just thuggin
Girl, my heart's broken, it hurts, don't touch it
Just make me change subjects
We ain't duckin' no smoke, this is Cheech and Chong
Send shots from the road, but that shit hits home
You got someone holdin' tight, I go through things of my own
Even when the section crowded, I be feelin' alone
Real shit
Highly medicated, I've been diagnosed with chronic impatience
And my circles stay in the maintenance
I give up but God's soldiers wasn't built to leave a post
Even if the middle of hell's where they stationed
Show my pain to a ting, it was art
Now she fillin' my paintings
I don't feel shit and it's feelin' amazing
Saw a fiend goin' vacay, stuck in the basement
Find a way of escapin', can't do no complainin'
Lately all I think about is street shit
Murder, all of this pain
We ain't get receipts for everything we charged to the game
All my old songs I focused on rap
Spittin' bars to the rhythm of my life's boom baps
Where'd I leave off? July, don't expect
Yeah, right here
Sorry, it's just my dream wasn't as loud as my nightmares
Literally and mentally, my demons don't fight fair
Can't nobody walk in my shoes, these my pair
Fantasizing by the world with lords, he's not rare
My pops wise, he got dark skin and white hair
Why should he not keep flowin'? Walk in clubs with no IDs shown
It's not a flex, it's just respect wherever we be gone
Chain the timepiece, Sean
Made the environments that our seeds growin'
Be better than the ones we got our peace of mind destroyed in
And my whole body got scars embroidered
See this new one right here, God just wrote it
If you read between the lines, you think God's a poet
I'm a playa, even my mama know it
I'm a problem, even scholars know it
Couldn't solve me, ask whoever for the answer
Bitch, not even Stephen Hawkins know it
I'm a target, so I'm guarded for it
See that image they portray, my dog is wanted for it
All the women that I ghosted, now I'm haunted for it
Fuck it, let me bleed
Rogue God, Rocky shit, made me Creed
Break bread says I have ain't teach me greed
And my lil niece and nephew watch as I lead
So my most important followers is all 5G
Stash box cops won't find the fifth I plead
She say "how you Y.M. but still stay low key?"
Think my favorite Lil Wayne line is bitch on me
My dawg locked up but his mind be free
No bark or bite, he's a dying breed
When I jumped off the porch it was a giant leap
My dreams keep me up when I'm tryin' to sleep
We in Minnesota
Happy birthday my dawg
Credits
Writer(s): Eufradis Rodriguez, Kavi Lybarger, Sarah Kennedy, Andrew Decena
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