Back nine
Back nine proper
Still got more surface to cover like Rich Sherman in deep thirds
The worlds a large operation
I'm an emerging surgeon
What I predict is my light is something to paste in
Squeeze the riches from my lemonade
Billie sing the lullaby
Yeah, it's a holiday
A day above the soil, wealth
Grow a stem we getting paid
More life
More pain
More lines
More shade and grow
I escalade above the sky
I slide a five for gas we past disguise
I write my life, my greatest prize
But since Aich been the man shit I hate the rise
Something gotta change
Something gotta change some way somehow
Some way somehow
Something gotta change
Something gotta change some way somehow
Some way somehow
I ain't a killer but, don't test my suburban
You drive some pistons towards Benny I'll go for certain
I wonder if we born pure or mature as we living
I wild out on my best days I learn it from something
I fell victim to the backseat cages
My wrist constricted still scribble these journal pages
As a star I see red and blue lights
Fireworks glow up the night
It changes when the strobes become your moment of patience
You heart stops and this life goes
Tend to see how friends become your Alpos
Jealousy and envy lurking outdoors
Lack of authenticity that going out shows
I'm still showing out
Smiles round the clock all 12 hoe
Middle finger up fuck 12 hoe
At 12, rocking shelltoes
Fire round my gifts
Shit, I'm Elmo
I never take a lose that's an elbow
I fight back my lessons more than well known
Lessons on Lessons
Hold up man I'm gifted
Series of unfortunate moments
I wrote a Snicket, a record
Twist it
This for those that listen don't ever miss it
This penship mean so much to me this shit forever Christmas
Something gotta change
Something gotta change some way somehow
Some way somehow
Something gotta change
Something gotta change some way somehow
Some way somehow