Gene Snyder (feat. Christian V.)
(Lani)
One foot in the grave and the other kicking rocks
Pack up all your shit and stash it in the fuckin' box
To the left
The minutes and the seconds turn to hours
Hands up in the air, finna recharge the power
Studying the game, but the top is a monopoly
The leaf is turning over from a tragedy to comedy
Anything I'd do for him to tell me that he's proud of me
Respect is something earned not expected coming out of me
Lani on the beats, fast foward to the fame
Fuck all of those trends, boutta pave our own lane
I've been bowling for some soup, sauce been clouding up my vision
Pulp done got me juiced up, making memories from fiction
Lost a lot of homies from some unexpected friction
We done struggled for so long that we gave up on the mission
Gashes too deep to look at band-aids for fixing
But the ones I got now worth more than a million
Bombing on the beat like I'm Timothy McVeigh
Hide away my flaws, built with fuckin' feet of clay
Searching for so long, found the needle in the hay
Sewn together. make the words put the food up on my plate
Eatin' wack rappers, couldn't put together subtext
Dangling the candy, running laps, full of unrest
Swinging from the trees, I'm a real jazz Tarzan
Flow so addicting, need an extra dose of Narcan
I been stuck inside a place that I hate, facing reality
Accepting that the man in front of me is who I'm bound to
Even though I wanna create
My personality is nothing but the surface level shit you see around you
And all I wanna be are things that I'm not
Dreaming in front of me
I'm aching as I run and see it hanging from a string
Then I discover that it's already rot
So when I wake up in the morning I'm exhausted
Cause I been sleeping way too long and now the cost is
Living the same way I been living for years
If I've made any type of progress then I've lost it
Hardly any time since when I repeat the process
Wish I could do it while I'm already here
Spend every day just reminiscing on my losses
One foot in the grave and the other kicking rocks
Pack up all your shit and stash it in the fuckin' box
To the left
The minutes and the seconds turn to hours
Hands up in the air, finna recharge the power
Studying the game, but the top is a monopoly
The leaf is turning over from a tragedy to comedy
Anything I'd do for him to tell me that he's proud of me
Respect is something earned not expected coming out of me
Lani on the beats, fast foward to the fame
Fuck all of those trends, boutta pave our own lane
I've been bowling for some soup, sauce been clouding up my vision
Pulp done got me juiced up, making memories from fiction
Lost a lot of homies from some unexpected friction
We done struggled for so long that we gave up on the mission
Gashes too deep to look at band-aids for fixing
But the ones I got now worth more than a million
Bombing on the beat like I'm Timothy McVeigh
Hide away my flaws, built with fuckin' feet of clay
Searching for so long, found the needle in the hay
Sewn together. make the words put the food up on my plate
Eatin' wack rappers, couldn't put together subtext
Dangling the candy, running laps, full of unrest
Swinging from the trees, I'm a real jazz Tarzan
Flow so addicting, need an extra dose of Narcan
I been stuck inside a place that I hate, facing reality
Accepting that the man in front of me is who I'm bound to
Even though I wanna create
My personality is nothing but the surface level shit you see around you
And all I wanna be are things that I'm not
Dreaming in front of me
I'm aching as I run and see it hanging from a string
Then I discover that it's already rot
So when I wake up in the morning I'm exhausted
Cause I been sleeping way too long and now the cost is
Living the same way I been living for years
If I've made any type of progress then I've lost it
Hardly any time since when I repeat the process
Wish I could do it while I'm already here
Spend every day just reminiscing on my losses
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Valdes
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