whats the odds prod xon4L

cash cow prod hoodrixh

prod maldon

lyrics:

yea
bathroom hall breaks, better take the pass
ever since my uncle died i can’t believe the past
or leave the past
sometimes when i’m alone wish i could see the past
i went from straight a’s straight to a c in class

i’m asking god like why he’d do that to me
but you can never question god’s intentions
a couple guys and they been shooting for me
shit ain’t no second guessing what’s the message
usually talk about pouring fours up in a double cup
but i had to switch it up so i get leverage
and you can never say that i can’t make rap
this that real shit from your ancestors

brothers and sisters, family all around i
wish i could go back to
that new jersey town i
grew up in
events in that place done turned me to a man
only nine when i left for a better life but i couldn’t
understand

like do we really have a plan?
damn i miss my family and my cousins that’s my brother man
wish i could see my grandpa one more time and tell him i love him man
that was one hell of a man
so every day tell someone that you love them man

cause you can never getp that time back
every time you look up at the clock it’s flying past
remember being 5 wishing i could feel alive like a 18 year old
now i’m 16 wishing i could get that time back 
i miss all the sleepovers when i was a little kid
used to jump on air mattresses at like 3am
or 2am or 1am, after we watched the iron giant
to be honest, if i told you i was glad that things i
have changed then i’ll be lying

remember when i was younger rearranged my uncles room, got a piece of paper wrote the bat cave that’s still there to this day
remember when i started having feelings of my own, but i never figured them out and that shits still true to this day 
remember when i was younger playing baseball after school, i was always playing shortstop or third base not to this day
they would hit a ground ball, field it with my bare hand, throw it straight to first and that’s the only thing i call a good play

but now all that we talking bout is doing drugs and gunplay
have to stand up on my own don’t give a fuck bout what your gun say
i’m still tryna get rich like my name jay z or beyonce
make this shit feel casual every time i hit the runway

don’t know if we landed in costa rica or it’s bora bora
but the waitress tryna pass me margaritas, said i’m underage
go back to the hotel feel like dora, i’ll explore it
if i could push my death back even just a couple days

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