Pull up on mine every day I put in work so I get to shine
For the real ones I give you all my
Time, there's no room here for lying
Youngin on a come up bout to lit it,
I've been up and at it now for a minute
The moment you born you begin to die
So spread your wings and fly until you hit the sky
I'm bumping hypnotize in my ride, sicker than your average
Making every minute mine
I got my fist up high, big hand on the clock
Middle finger to the cops, seen a lot of pigs that fly
I could never live a lie; some wait their whole life until
Stars in sky will align, I could never write a will
Kind of like lying still, living in a pine box
They telling me give it time; I ain't got more time to give
Gave all my life to this, life's a ticking time bomb
And ya know want to what I'm on?
I work hard for anything i want
So before ya sign off, and they switch the lights off
Start to live ya life the way ya wish ya life was
Pull up on mine every day I put in work so I get to shine
For the real ones I give you all my
Time, there's no room here for lying
Youngin on a come up bout to lit it,
I've been up and at it now for a minute
I got the world on my shoulders, but I choose to be free
Cause we're all getting older so I choose to be me
Cause I...
I'll pull through this time I swear; this time I do it for me
Hold up, what up, couldn't have come a day sooner
Mama said I'm a late bloomer
Coin banks still a rose bud, so what, I'm a
Straight shooter, point blank, never grow up
Try to turn a new leaf, new page in a bouquet
Don't know about a due date, roots got too deep
Breeze with a few trees
Take my time and i bloom late
What you rushing for, open 1 door there's another door
What you pushing my buttons for
Feel like Ⅰ am stuck on pause, better than a record a skipping
But they never listen, they just umm and awe
Cruising at a slow pace, own lane all day
Never act my own age, and i won't change
Jose Canseco at home base but i don't play
Okay, I am so late
Finding the balance on a tight rope
It takes, timing and talent
Pine cones, fall by the trunk
Trying to manage, these high hopes, mistakes
Minding my manners, man i know
Things change, don't act like it matter
I've flown time zones in days
I won't switch lanes, I am a rapper
Crashing through the gate fashionably late, Vera Wang
Better late than never, celebrate, remember
The myriad of dreams that vanished in the waves
Man it happens every day
Stan lee at 43, Morgan Freeman at 52
Saw their dreams come back in to view
Planted seeds that grew into roots
Later you are, the more beautiful when ya bloom