(Intro) You think you got it all, all under control Used to be much much easier back then Why can't I just live In my past a bit Wake me up when it's over Verse Tall boy number 2 to the noggin While I reminisce on 1998 the nostailga Bout 5 years old young playa playing Sonic now Now them hoes tryna play a nigga like the 64 controller Holdin on my middle handle sharp shooting like it's Golden Eye Drop her on the bed and barrel roll her like its Star Fox Lame ass niggas talking down but should know if they got A problem know my partna play his part on that Contra Ganga got me looking like I might be sleeping while I'm driving I been high since 5:30 now I'm on my way to find you When I pull up to the driveway pull them panties to the side I just played her my new shit she get to rubbing on her thighs That's cool, had the biggest crush on you in school I'll hit it right tonight I might just beast like Koopa Cool kids blowing trees at the neighborhood pool Then go back in the crib with my boo watching Nicktoons And with the women I meet I'm starting to see a pattern Ah Real Monsters making my brain scatter Y'all like the lava level on Aladdin Frustrating and hard to handle You think cuz you fine, you perfect you can't shit I got to know you and I realized you ain't shit I swallowed all my pride I am socially anxious Don't let it me down learn to live and be patient But life ain't what a nigga thought it would be I ain't see the dreams that I thought I would see Now if I don't drink I ain't falling asleep You think you got it bad now nigga you gone see I said life ain't what a nigga thought it would be I ain't see the dreams that I thought I would see And ain't no such thing as a time machine (Hook) And I know it makes you sick but you can't take it back And I know it makes no sense but I wouldn't change a thing 2x (Bridge) Say goodbye to all the things you worked so hard for... Do you feel death in the air it's coming? Why must I live my life? (Outro Freestyle) Cool out on the porch Kill another roach Kill another roach Damn I feel small I lay low and crawl They wanna stomp me out Before I start a fire They wanna see me die Shit is getting trippy in the south I need some more time to figure out What I'm bout to do cuz my future look dirty I dont wanna work in retail when I'm thirty Curse all these insecurities that I'm cursed with It's strange but I'd rather be alone when I'm hurting It's perfect, beat myself with my with words Pray to God with a face full of tears he rebirths me And it irks me, and my speech is slurred because I'm nervous

Never fall apart, never let it go down Feel it in my heart, my body and my soul now They will never understand I just hope you take my hand Next time I catch a nigga tryna shit on me I'ma hit him with the (hadouken) then bounce

(Verse) They gone smile in your face but wait til they get behind Careful who you call bro, they not really down Careful where you walk all these snakes on the ground I ain't tripping tho cuzI can't see when I drive I just need Cadillac from 1995 I just need Buick like from 1992 CuzI stay on the move everybody can't ride That's why I keep my circle small enough to fit inside I don't really trust most closer than a stones throw I be all alone dro steaming like a tug boat I am not a thug, tho the kids know they love Trick Daddy Cop a snub nose just incase my rival coming at me Yeah we used to be cool til the summer time came Everything slowed down and we went a separate way I don't really blame you cuz I could be a little fake God let me learn from all my mistakes got a new click (Hook) Carry on Can't believe that it took a nigga this long If I known who you were you woulda Been gone Let me ride solo til my whip broke And still won't junk it I just ride it Like a Flinstone Cuz I know who had my back from the jump 3x (Verse) Shout to King Erik that's my blood brother same father same mother Same thing about the music game made us both love it Plus he kinda sharp behind the scenes he might manage me Can't forget about my fucking team hoe third degree Q said money talks bitch we getting paid Ortha Dox brain waves come from outer space Plus I can't forget about my family in diff Lowkey Dreaming with a Bible and a spliff Life's too short got no time to pretend Only family and workers got no time for no friends Do my own thing got not time for no trends Go my own way I don't do the following Got my crib zen candles burning for the fung shui Silence all around me I gotta bow my head and pray Lord keep the counterfeit fakes from my face Keep the real ones around me when I do this (Hook)

(Verse) Young nigga cool but my ladies hot Pull to my ladies spot She got the weed and a tea kettle on a eye (Baby you know I want you real bad) Grab her by the hand Baby ride with me one time She say daddy know what's up You ain't gotta ask twice (How can I get down with you?) Turn her round bend her over Hit her on the ass like She in trouble she no good girl Shorty bad like (I wanna get to know you baby) But only when the old school doors closed at night Got me thinking we was Animals in a past life (Drunk like fish, skunk smokin, fuck like bucks in the backseat bumping that) Bald R Kelly, that way back when Before I knew, all this bullshit I can't lie I miss my ignorance You can take me back (Hook) It's imperative (I wanna ride it) That we break this new leather in. (I'm tryna fuck yeah) I love the way you ride the dick (I wanna wax it) You take me back to 96 I ain't lying, you remind me (Verse) Birds and bees They been out here lookin for her and me Why they wanna know what we doing and when They just wanna know so they can stop and see They been looking for us at the top of trees But we was on the ground hot boxing Jeeps All black leather like its 95 90 degrees. Open up and let out steam I can't even breathe I don't like to wear no clothes you copy me Throw me yo leg and slide on top of me Said that I would make you cum I promised it. Really I'm tryna fulfill the prophecy. Yeah you booty little but it's plump enough. For me to make it jiggle when I'm pumping it. Liquid courage, cloud confidence. I can't take you nowhere without wanting it. You made a nigga swerve. Playing F-Zero hitting all of yo curves. I ain't like them other mother fuckers you curve. I'm just here to give you that dick you deserve. Take the backwoods to a neighborhood. Then find an empty culdesac we can fuck in. Park then jump in the back and start fucking. In the back of the Cherokee grand loving.

(Hook) Smoking on that mother fucking. 2x Riding with that mother fucking. Reminiscing on that mother fucking. (Verse) Daydreaming bout the after life. (What can I say Lord I'm so tired) While I'm guzzling that high life. (What can I say?) I be going through a midlife. (What can I say I know I'm young but...) Cuz I'm feeling like a low life. Til I'm in the dirt. (Hook) (Verse) Life got my mind like all fucked up. Paranoid I can hear the reaper creepin up. Longing for the days saved in my memory. When I used to lay on my mom and go to sleep. Riding with my dad in the back of his jeep. Bumping outkast back then life was sweet. Now I fire up the dro, getting high for the low. Never said that it was right but it's all a nigga knows. (Hook) (Outro Freestyle) Bounce two times bounce bounce. Spent my check bought a quarter ounce. Now I'm broke, way down, and depressed. Pray to God when I'm stressed. I can't take it no more. I'm feeling so cold. I'm living alone. I feel my soul going. To another place. Not where it's safe, not where it's safe. Not where my Poppy is or where my homies are. I don't see myself becoming a star.

(Verse) Jim Jones Got suicide inside of my lean cup Perfect, I'm faded on purpose off purple and green up Side down, sideways, way down on my knees bruh Send me a sign or sideline huddle with Jesus Fucking faded frequently catching fades from my demons Constantly catching fakes in my business Don't know the flavor but fuck it I'll let em drink the koolaid...end your existence Air planes are in my vision The ground is in the distance My mind is on vacation My squad look up to Jason My dick look like a spaceship Yo bitch can ride a stick shift I dick her til she say daddy And left my kids on her lipstick That's sick you so nasty young nigga cool out (Hook) Cool it young wild one You should take a load off Gone and kick your feet up Sink into the sofa Do you need to smoke one? You just needa cool out You need some to vibe to You need some to vibe to (Verse) Mamy don't beat me, papa don't preach I'm mad for no reason, sad for no reason Glad them hoes need me, panty hoe thief I'm bad as that demon Damien off Off my mama porch and out my dads Jeep To my own apartment and my black regal I call her Kunta, fuck I crashed Kunta But I got a Blue Lesabre now I'm cooler It's an 02 that's almost old school You saw me come thru like yeah that hoe blue Like Eifle 65 You knew I had shooters Why he wanna die? I don't commit crimes And I'm so non violent, I was raised right With privilege why lie my daddy worked nights And days for this family so I'm up nights Late like Seth Meyers, working on fire Sparking like lighters everytime I be writing like pens But in my notes typing I cannot read my own handwriting Writing too fast it hits me like lightning Real people like me fake ones wanna fight me You should think twice that's highly unlikely Ride with young Robby Vibe to my music Cruise thru backwoods of Cola off Os If I die today I pray I get to see heavens gates Give a damn what the devil say I ain't kidding I ain't shit I guess I'm destined to dedicate On rappers on haters on anybody with something to say (Hook)