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Nostalgia it do nun for me
Tryna bring it back but it was the worst for me
2016 yeah yeah
Year that i woke up
Yeah the same year that i saw the fake in you bro you suck
Told em clear the floor yeah its saint im bouta enter
Haters off my mind cuz my bruddas keep me centered
What the hell she yappin bout keep talking in my ear
Yeah im focused on your words cuz you actions never clear
Put my thoughts into my music cuz i do not talk alot
Seen the signs right from the start but i do it for the plot
Cannot hop up on your song ima mess up on my own
Just like bruce we drop em off cuz them lames we cant condone
Tryna get home hella rain is falling down on me
Had no money for an uber so im walking down the street
Walk past a homeless man yeah he tugging on my leg
He said i don't want no money yeah i do not want no bread
He said i just wanna open up your eyes to the truth
He said i can see the future now you bouta lead the youth
Told him leave me lone i dont want that pressure all on me
Tried to tell him its a curse man i dont know what you see
Supporters on my mind yeah i cannot let em down
Cuz if i catch an allegation ima go out like a clown
Staying solid on my own no i cannot mess with groupies
She steady blowin up my line she cannot get no
No attention
No attention from me
Yeah blocking out your face from my mind not healthy
I want the fame but not no groupies yeah they messing up my life
So ima live up on my own with no stress or no strife