Window
Gotta take an L so you can feel a win though
Outdoors but we breathin in the indo
Can't stink up the crib so I blow it out the window
Eyes Pacquiao cuz this shi hit like Kimbo
One shot if I miss the window
Back to workin for some money Monday to Domingo
I ain't shooting bricks I'm aimin for the window
She said I would be someone someday tell me somethin I didn't know
Fallin off get me on track
No use I'm used to burnin rope
Cloudy vision I can't see the flight path
But the instruments tell me where to go
That boy sus I could tell it by his lingo
It ain't bout the money or the music I don't mingle
Gassed up off a bean pinto
Nowadays I don't even get a tingle
MrBortlin he bruddanem my kinfolk
Tryna raise the bar so everyone can limbo
Coincidence or is that shit a symbol
cuz since my birthday I really know we him though
Gotta take an L so you can feel win tho
Outdoors but we breathin in the indo
Can't stink up the crib so I blow it out the window
Eyes Pacquiao cuz this shi hit like Kimbo
One shot If I miss the window
Back to workin for some money Monday to Domingo
I ain't shooting bricks I'm aimin for the window
She said I would be someone someday tell me somethin I didn't know
I ain't crashin I cant go out sad can't go out like a cymbal
Once you take the fake up out the picture start to see it simple
Love n hate to say it bottom line I know it's sinful but
I don't make no music every project is a hymnal
Used to hate it but I learned to love how my mind difficult
Every time I try to write my rhymes I rewind typical
I know that it might not be ya but do ya get the principle
I'm tryna tell ya no more thinkin I do the unthinkable
I'll break the glass
There's beauty in the shatter
Make an image out the cracks see a pattern
Behind the pane tuning out the chatter
Focused on the winnin I forgot the losses matter
Gotta take an L so you can feel a win though
Outdoors but we breathin in the indo
Can't stink up the crib so I blow it out the window
Eyes Pacquiao cuz this shi hit like Kimbo
One shot If I miss the window
Back to workin for some money Monday to Domingo
I ain't shooting bricks I'm aimin for the window
She said I would be someone someday tell me somethin I didn't know
Outdoors but we breathin in the indo
Can't stink up the crib so I blow it out the window
Eyes Pacquiao cuz this shi hit like Kimbo
One shot if I miss the window
Back to workin for some money Monday to Domingo
I ain't shooting bricks I'm aimin for the window
She said I would be someone someday tell me somethin I didn't know
Fallin off get me on track
No use I'm used to burnin rope
Cloudy vision I can't see the flight path
But the instruments tell me where to go
That boy sus I could tell it by his lingo
It ain't bout the money or the music I don't mingle
Gassed up off a bean pinto
Nowadays I don't even get a tingle
MrBortlin he bruddanem my kinfolk
Tryna raise the bar so everyone can limbo
Coincidence or is that shit a symbol
cuz since my birthday I really know we him though
Gotta take an L so you can feel win tho
Outdoors but we breathin in the indo
Can't stink up the crib so I blow it out the window
Eyes Pacquiao cuz this shi hit like Kimbo
One shot If I miss the window
Back to workin for some money Monday to Domingo
I ain't shooting bricks I'm aimin for the window
She said I would be someone someday tell me somethin I didn't know
I ain't crashin I cant go out sad can't go out like a cymbal
Once you take the fake up out the picture start to see it simple
Love n hate to say it bottom line I know it's sinful but
I don't make no music every project is a hymnal
Used to hate it but I learned to love how my mind difficult
Every time I try to write my rhymes I rewind typical
I know that it might not be ya but do ya get the principle
I'm tryna tell ya no more thinkin I do the unthinkable
I'll break the glass
There's beauty in the shatter
Make an image out the cracks see a pattern
Behind the pane tuning out the chatter
Focused on the winnin I forgot the losses matter
Gotta take an L so you can feel a win though
Outdoors but we breathin in the indo
Can't stink up the crib so I blow it out the window
Eyes Pacquiao cuz this shi hit like Kimbo
One shot If I miss the window
Back to workin for some money Monday to Domingo
I ain't shooting bricks I'm aimin for the window
She said I would be someone someday tell me somethin I didn't know
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Pham
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