I still remember waking up in hotel rooms with that strange feeling of being incredibly young, barely an adult, and on the verge of something massive, and never quite grasping it.

You always become who you need to be three years too late.

I told you about these sides 
Up north, out west, on east side 
Can’t hold our wave, hold these tides
Say I changed, let’s rewind 
I was eighteen with a—
I was eighteen with a head full of dreams and a top-line 
Now I’m twenty-five with a head full of sky and a plug-line 
Still just a boy from the west side with no shame 
Moved from home when I was only nine and spent my life selling pain 
That’s why I get me too faded, that’s why I get fucked on that drank 
What can I tell you about this side except all of us here feel the same? 
I’ll break out of the game in a place where nothing ever truly change 
Ruined every girl that I let close just so they’d remember my name 
Cash rule everything around me whether it’s markets, friends, or fame 
I wanted cream and I got burnt, I’m not talking ‘bout crème brûlée 
031 where my head still lay, kicked down doors since I came in late 
Give a fuck about a second guess, I was custom made for first place 
Did it all my way, from out the womb to my grave 
So I can’t tell you about those sides, I’m too busy building my lane
I’m too busy selling this pain, my pen shift that weight 
My head full of sky and a plug line but I feel better when it don’t rang (put it on silent, babe)
Still from the islands so I would be wilding 
if I ain’t feel better when it rains

Still just a boy from the west side with no shame 
Moved from home when I was only nine, and spent my life selling pain 
That’s why I get me too faded, that’s why I get fucked on that drank 
What can I tell you about this side except all of us here feel the same? 

Still just a boy from the west side with no shame
Still just a boy from the west side with no, no, no, no shame 
Still just a boy from the west side with no shame
Still just a boy from the west side with no shame

25 PLUG

The North’s best kept secret. Don’t go spoiling it. 

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