Letras
Yeah
Yeah
Og in the squad but the youngest still
They assume I must've failed
Cause often times interviewers askin me how does it feel
To not have yet the success like others in the 'ville
Acting like my time has passed me by but times isn't real
In due time we'll see what God reveals
Survived through stabbings, sharp glass and crashed cars off pills
Seen my partner pass in front my eyes is when I thought to heal
Changed the diet
Walked up hills
Finally allowed myself to feel
Finally allowed myself to cry
I had to allow myself to die
100 times in order to get my wings boy I was meant to fly
It's already written I ain't kidding it's been emphasized
That I was meant to rise
Just like the son God sent to die
Played my shit for Nip before he passed he told me give it time
Cause my shit from the heart and aint no way no one could mimic mine
They gon see it I ain't gotta say shit like I mimic mimes
Soon to blow I mimic mines
Cody macc a tickin' bomb
Boom
It's all about timing
It's all about God
And it's all about writing
That's all that got
It's all about conquering all the things blocking em
All about climbing my way up to the top
What it's all about changed as I got up in age
Is it all about change or is it all about guap
Has this ride for the fame been the cause of my pain
Am I wrong to give this game everything that got
All that I got
My pen and my pad
This just isn't a fad
This was my suicide line
A place my feelings can land
Without being met with disrespect
Or dismissed in the trash
In it you get a glimpse of my future and hints of my past
Had to let shit go holding on felt like fists full of glass
Whole lot of scars on my heart and sips from the flask
Brother from my mother and I got my sis from my dad
She call My mother mother, ain't no such thing as sis and a half
It's been a min in half
Since I've decided to call
Giving no attention to the fam This mic get it all
Neglecting the few friends I got left, they don't like it all
Please don't take it personal I know yall not psychic at all
But I deal with shit on my own
Had to go heal and get grown
Clean what I spilled on my own
Write till the feeling is gone
Busy but feeling alone
Am I wrong going after a dream
That hasn't poured back into me
Or is this shit killin' me slow
It's all about timing
It's all about God
And it's all about writing
That's all that got
It's all about conquering all the things blocking 'em
All about climbing my way up to the top
What it's all about changed as I got up in age
Is it all about change or is it all about guap
Has this ride for the fame been the cause of my pain
Am I wrong to give this game everything that got