A.S.T.R.O

A.S.T.R.O

A.S.T.R.O

I want to be one of the greats I struggle to say that

It's because of you but this feeling it's been named that

I overthink I get silent and play back

I believe in you but you struggle to say that

Eight years since this started to get my wave back

Eight years since a nigga was pushing wave cap

17 still listen to music and just fade back

16 when I told my mama I made that

When I die I'm telling her I made this

Since a baby she noticed her baby made hits

I had a mindless behavior so I ain't make sense

I'm grinding like I'm steel you soft straight and weightless

I'm great but not one of the greats yet whiplash

I ain't going meek cuz a nigga style has been bad

Tell yo bitch stop hitting my phone tryna kiss ass

Money on the line you went broke how did you miss that

A.S.T.R.O

A.S.T.R.O

I see it all the time from you

I pray and hope that it ain't the truth

I like to call that room the casket booth

Cuz I'ma die yelling with my voice chasing after you

I'm tryna show her what a bastard do

While we chilling my master room

Hit the mood in that afternoon

If we don't work then I wonder what that casket do

I can't let you see my progress I made the distance

I started this eight years ago and I ain't finished

Looked at me crazy before I finished a sentence

Call me lazy I've been chasing my dreams but you ain't listen

Disrespecting only created some more space

Pouring out my feelings and praying for more days

When I told you I seen it on your face

You was sorry but forgiveness from me is more grace

A.S.T.R.O

A.S.T.R.O