Whoa, yeah, whoa
I've, been thinkin' deep 'bout
Everything I've wondered
And I can't
Find
Or reason without
Smokin' 'til the morning
All the shade, I don't feel no type of way
I mean they hardly give me the time of day
I don't mind
I hope you that you got
Everything you wanted
Still up late, on a weekday, cookin' ideas
Tryna build shit, from the ground up, like it's IKEA
And these new hits 'bout to take over, call it Crimea
Feel the pressure weigh on my brain
Got me living nothing short of insane
'Til I find me a lady I can revel in
One that can turn me benevolent
And when I live my life
And the time feels right
Imma find me a place I can settle in
But for now it's grind
Everyday awaking, awaiting my time
My universal fate don't relate to my kind
No mistake when I rhyme
Levitate, to a place
Where I take what is mine
Boy I'm pressure cooking, blowing out the kitchen
Lent an ear but y'all don't wanna listen
Kept it clear and focused on precision
A couple years, y'all fucking with the vision
Cause I upgraded
Spent many nights being frustrated
'Til it's done right, It stays unaided
'Til my sunlight, goes unshaded
Keep a bag or two on me, roll up
With the crew and we smoke heavy
Ride around with not shit to do
Head to Malibu up in the new Chevy
Got a one way flight out with destiny
And we still haven't seen what's the best to be
Yet everyday someone's still steady testing me
Tryna water me down and my recipe
I've, been thinkin' deep 'bout
Everything I've wondered
And I can't
Find
Or reason without
Smokin' 'til the morning
All the shade, I don't feel no type of way
I mean they hardly give me the time of day
I don't mind
I hope you that you got
Everything you wanted
I'm still Vizzy sippin', Stizzy rippin', Busy flippin'
Write my story with no help
That's MJ with no Scottie Pippen
Never lied to my brother's eyes
I'm a family guy, that's on Peter Griffin
Doin' 95 on the 101
That's rubber burning, while grain grippin'
God damn!
I've got a handle on it like I'm Kyrie
Heard you want some money, run it by me
Got a hand in everything that I see
I be
Writing, citing
My style come without biting
I try to tread so lightly
But this lifestyle's enticing
My absence made me adamant
You gon' feel these words more than absinthe
Spent some time lost in my mind
Tryna make it out of this labyrinth
Well, shit, that's the cost of doing
What I do with what I'm pursuing
The outcast, chillin' out back, with a loud pack
Then I'm back to it
That's right I said I'm back to it
Went to hell and back and then back through it
Became a man with a better plan
Had to help these people finally understand
I didn't move to the west just to say I did it
Made it happen, say I didn't
So quit yappin', just admit it
Or stay hating, that's good riddance
I'm out (Whew!)
I've, been thinkin' deep 'bout
Everything I've wondered
And I can't
Find
Or reason without
Smokin' 'til the morning
All the shade, I don't feel no type of way
I mean they hardly give me the time of day
I don't mind
I hope you that you got
Everything you wanted
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, yeah, yeah
I don't mind
I don't mind, I don't mind