Got goosebumps on this sh*t
Ready to hoop up on the bench
Coach put me in
Won't put me in
So smoked doobies on the bench
Smoked wooly's back in tenth grade
Had me feeling bent, aye
Then there was 11th grade
Thought I was a renegade
But still in my tender faze
Did a couple drugs a day
Whatever I could get I'd take
But I was getting As
Couldn't get better grades
So everybody looked the other way
Girls was playing games
But they ain't really wanna play
I tried and I tried
I was shy would always run away
Then one day I realized
What I wanna say
But it only came out right
When I was on the mic
When I was freestyling or when I would write
Then twelfth grade hit
I dropped my first sh*t
Maybe I'll gain some love show how hard I could spit
Plus I got to let a lot off my chest
Even if it was just me that learned from the words I said
At first ain't sh*t change
The girls in my grade liked herbs
That I couldn't respect
So I'd act like
I couldn't care less
And the other girls would date
Guys that were twenty eight
And I looked younger than my age so where was I left
Didn't stand a chance at the dance
Didn't see where I was going
Didn't even give a glance
I was repulsive
Then bagged this older chick Dominique at Dylan Schultz' crib
And it was so sick but still had to figure out my own sh*t
Where to go next
Had to make a plan stat
My parents on my ass
Talking college in my ear
And ain't no way in hell that I'm following my piers
High school took enough years
Done there
Ain't going back
Getting stuck there
Nah I'm starting a career
And I guess that it was rap
And it all seemed so clear after that
After math I'm here
(Chorus)
And we still here
And it don't stop
As the globe goes
And the trees blow
So does the stove top
As the tea kettle blows
Seen better days
But need these days to let em know
I just let it roll
I just gotta get em with the flow
A veteran but they would never know
Ima bout have to let it go
They regretted ever letting him in the door
I just let it roll
Whether shedding tears or a I laugh
The years that I've had
The beers I've bagged up drank in the bag of a cab
The fear that I didn't let steer me down the wrong path
Goes back
Way before Uber and all that
It was always yellow other then when it was dollar cabs
Holler back
Call a fact a fact recalling back
Ah ah ah
When I yerp shorty yerp back
Draw string nap sack where I kept the pack at
I don't know if I had the words that describe how I felt
When I finally took a look at myself
After all this time realized
What i got under my belt
Ain't no undo
But whatever conundrum that's dealt
If you summon em
The Gods coming through to help
It's something that you feel not something you can tell
Anybody but your delf
It's too real
We still here till death I do my deal
Not part of it the whole thing
If I started it I'm finishing it no strings
Attached everything's floating
We just going through the motions
So far, everything coasting
Got my microphone I'm toastin'
Like I'm yellow man
At the festival out at meadowlands flowing
Been a while
But crowd stole em
Leave em wild open with what's coming out my mouth
(Chorus)
And we still here
And it don't stop
As the globe goes
And the trees blow
So does the stove top
As the tea kettle blows
Seen better days
But need these days to let em know
I just let it roll
I just gotta get em with the flow
A veteran but they would never know
Ima bout to have to let it go
They regretted ever letting him in the door
I just let it roll
And you know
I couldn't go on with it
I'm so committed to grow
Everyone think that they know the kid
But he ain't fit in to the mold they give
So I ended up all alone again
And again
With every clique I was in
Theses days catch me on the block if you wanna talk if you need you a friend
If you need you a friend