Yeah, what you gone do when the smoke clears
Still looking back at the old years
Still looking back at the old page
Photos i didn't know still exist
I was so lost in that wilderness
Thank God i woke up twenty-six
Man, I thought by now I'd have it fixed
But my emotions super mixed
Cause all my life I wanted that
All my life i wanted this
All my life I had to fight
Now both my hands on Drunken Fist
I use glass, I hate to miss
I don't rap, I reminisce
I uplift, I hate to diss
I just roar, I hate to hiss
They just hate on this
They don't play the list
They don't have no acquired taste
They don't savor it
Bet it goes way back in time, back to slavery
Me compared to "brown paper bag," not the favorite
(Guess I'm going)
Way too deep for you
Way too deep for us
I feel like it's way too saturated
Ain't no need for us
If they could
They find another place
Not to be with us
Lock us up and throw away the key
Ain't no keeping us
Yeah, Yeah
Ay, watch he pull out that Lambo
He just be flexing for 'gram' though
They tell me go be a light
Ay, I might turn into a lamp
Oh, guess they want me to go beast mode
But I gotta stick to the "G" code
I guess they wanted like three more
I'm bout to give you that C4
What should I give you my seat for
Don't make me turn into Debo
Don't make me turn into D-Wade
I just may give you that Heat
Oh, don't make me call out an iso
I just might turn into D-Rose
If you not watching your defense
We just convert you to free throws
Yeah, what you gone do when the smoke clears
Still looking back at the old years
Still looking back at the old page
Photos i didn't know still exist
I was so lost in that wilderness
Thank God i woke up twenty-six
Man, I thought by now I'd have it fixed
But my emotions super mixed
Cause all my life I wanted that
All my life i wanted this
All my life I had to fight
Now both my hands on Drunken Fist
I use glass cause i hate to miss
I don't rap, I reminisce
I uplift cause i hate to diss
I just roar, i hate to hiss