Letras
Autumn in the star
Texting from the watch
Hoodies with the shorts
Couldn't tell me I ain't fly
Peace hittin' different
Dreams turn to missions
Family first, live it 'til I'm sleeping with the fishes
Grown man era
Socks with the sandles
Grill goin', hit boy
Chopping up the samples
Hennesy and spades
Chattin' 'bout a 401k
Wishing I could do it all in one day
I'm on my get money, go missing
Give it to the cause, with the cameras off
No gimmicks
Pour into my kids 'til they notice that there's no limits
If you started something you finished
It won't be no quitting
Heavy on it, if it ain't making noises then don't fix it
One strike yo' outta the inner circle, there's no slippin'
If the shit ain't adding no kinda value I won't miss it
One spark could set it on fire
I don't need no friction
Never taking shit for granted 'cause you blink and it goes (it goes)
I'm only matching love, niggas having beef on they own
People bickering 'bout all the shit they think that they know (that they know)
We only kicking it with people that could think on they own (their own)
I've been watering my grass
Now it's greener than most (most)
I traded seasonal depression for the seasonal growth (seasonal growth)
I'ma staple in the hood (hood)
I'm keepin' 'em close
Still level up
Reefer to coac
Hey
Don't wait up
I'm always on my way
'Cause you still breathing air, then it ain't too late
But nothing's gon' change if we stay the same
Channeling my kobe (kobe)
It's lonely in the last mile (mile)
Never gettin' cozy (cozy)
Thinkin' everything is rosey (rosey)
If ever you arrive (you arrive)
You should probably question if you're dead or you're alive (you're alive)
There's a better you inside (inside)
Forward motion only (only)
Whatever you decide (decide)
When you on the ground
Who around begging you to rise? (To rise?)
It's all about the village (the village)
When everybody feeling the embarrassment of riches
You could really say you did it
Polaroids atop of the great wall (great wall)
We grew up with the corner boys pushing the eight-ball (eight-ball)
Barely breaking even tryna beat the odds
Lately, I just pray for other people when I speak to God (God)
Got a photo-book of all the shit I been through
Places that I been to
People that I clicked with
Literature I'm into
Trauma that I live with it
The shit I had to get through
Love I got a fistful
Take a lil' with you
For real