(Verse 1)
Starting off the blowing some orange haze
So I can put my mind in a maze (yeah)
The ladies begin to crave
The way Papa behave
When Ty start to misbehave (yeah, yeah)
I'm just ripping the track
Tryna bring the 90’s soul back
With the pack on my back
For everybody who got that
Green crack
Heart attack
Doing shit like an autodidact
Leaning on my instinct never had no pink
But that shit you talking was a reach
Flowing like a dingy
Ya bitch been seen me
In the fucking sheets
Trapping harder
Every day every day
Every day till I d-I-e
I been me since day onе
Never falterеd or been on my knees
I pray to the lord & my soul to keep
To plant into the craft
That enable my drive on daily
Yeah, that's god he saved me
Day in and day out
Never let a motherfuker put me out
I stood and shouted like a soapbox
Since I was a kid nighas told me to kick rocks
Shoulda told'em I wasn’t triggered till I hit a bolder
Compressed my bullets like a folder
Never gave enemy time or t'space to comprehend
Only thing ringing bells was shots at the end
And then it again dropped the bass boom
Nigga was you fucking listening?
It gave me that vibe like Charlie Brown
Tryna convince people about the love & respect
Hitting the brakes on'em like I know what's next
Yeah, I'm never done I needed time away from
People who ain't got the reach to pursue degrees
On-these-beats propping success on my pedestal
With ease shopping for real ease, with real ease
On real ease, with real ease, my drive can never be on E
(Chorus)
Like Ion't know that shit could've been perfect
It coulda not been perfect
But honestly from what I’ve been doing
And heard, That shit was decent
Ion’t know
(Verse 2)
Quietly questioning the quality of my quiddity (Quality)
My soul died a long time ago
He said I'm out this bitch
Man yeah it’s time to go
He Left the hull and the bull
Life started getting dull
Until the rebirth unfolded and molded
Into Where I was roaming inna new clothing
New phones and-a new bitch for me to bone-in
-A new version of life to make a song and
-where all I do get in the zone end
Humbly pragmatic on top of the game
Ashamed with an attic attracting
Quick-misses for quick fixes wanting quick inches
Getting rich with these quick-glimpses
So they break down for a quick licks-and
It's about Time my soul is shown-and-sown in-a song
Item number one with no fake clones
(Hol up)
Best of us hung on trees
Disabling-peace
Labeling us foreign bodies
We blowing on strange leaves
Promise the hate won't phase me
To plant into the craft that-
Grace my drive on daily
Yeah, That's god, yeah, he saved me
Starting off the blowing some orange haze
So I can put my mind in a maze (yeah)
The ladies begin to crave
The way Papa behave
When Ty start to misbehave (yeah, yeah)
I'm just ripping the track
Tryna bring the 90’s soul back
With the pack on my back
For everybody who got that
Green crack
Heart attack
Doing shit like an autodidact
Leaning on my instinct never had no pink
But that shit you talking was a reach
Flowing like a dingy
Ya bitch been seen me
In the fucking sheets
Trapping harder
Every day every day
Every day till I d-I-e
I been me since day onе
Never falterеd or been on my knees
I pray to the lord & my soul to keep
To plant into the craft
That enable my drive on daily
Yeah, that's god he saved me
Day in and day out
Never let a motherfuker put me out
I stood and shouted like a soapbox
Since I was a kid nighas told me to kick rocks
Shoulda told'em I wasn’t triggered till I hit a bolder
Compressed my bullets like a folder
Never gave enemy time or t'space to comprehend
Only thing ringing bells was shots at the end
And then it again dropped the bass boom
Nigga was you fucking listening?
It gave me that vibe like Charlie Brown
Tryna convince people about the love & respect
Hitting the brakes on'em like I know what's next
Yeah, I'm never done I needed time away from
People who ain't got the reach to pursue degrees
On-these-beats propping success on my pedestal
With ease shopping for real ease, with real ease
On real ease, with real ease, my drive can never be on E
(Chorus)
Like Ion't know that shit could've been perfect
It coulda not been perfect
But honestly from what I’ve been doing
And heard, That shit was decent
Ion’t know
(Verse 2)
Quietly questioning the quality of my quiddity (Quality)
My soul died a long time ago
He said I'm out this bitch
Man yeah it’s time to go
He Left the hull and the bull
Life started getting dull
Until the rebirth unfolded and molded
Into Where I was roaming inna new clothing
New phones and-a new bitch for me to bone-in
-A new version of life to make a song and
-where all I do get in the zone end
Humbly pragmatic on top of the game
Ashamed with an attic attracting
Quick-misses for quick fixes wanting quick inches
Getting rich with these quick-glimpses
So they break down for a quick licks-and
It's about Time my soul is shown-and-sown in-a song
Item number one with no fake clones
(Hol up)
Best of us hung on trees
Disabling-peace
Labeling us foreign bodies
We blowing on strange leaves
Promise the hate won't phase me
To plant into the craft that-
Grace my drive on daily
Yeah, That's god, yeah, he saved me
( Caleb Tyrik )
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