Take it back to the nineties, reminiscin’ on our position
Wanna go back like time machine, take it back to simple livin’
Saturday, watchin’ cartoons, not a lot to do, or a lot to see
Or worry, bout what to eat, just cookies and grilled cheese
Just Myspace, no IG; IMs, no texting
Just Hannah, no Miley. Just hold her hand, no sexting
After school, no phones out, in the playground, like Fresh Prince
Just play now, ‘cause school’s out, no obligations like freshmen
Something’s on our chest, then, let it out, we scream and shout
‘Til we were feelin’ our best, then, no catfights, no lips pout
No postin’ up on Facebook, status no names, look
You got drama with a baby mama, then pull up, face to face her
The fuck out with that posh shit, Like “How’ve you been? Your wife’s good?
Your life’s good? That’s real good. Mine too dude, I guess we feel good”
Take it back to simple livin’. Take it back to being real
Back when we ain’t throw shade, or .08, on the steering wheel

Honda cruisin’ down 59; this that late night drive shit
Thinkin’ bout, where I am now; this that it’s my time shit
Remember when, I was stressin’, bout which school, would let me in
But now I got them credits, if I want shit, I get it
No debt shit, got friends who gon’ spend, tens of years just vexin’
Bout to how to pay back investments, future they invest in
Down pay on that pound cake, if you wanna take that lesson
Palisades with Sallie Mae, if your bank ain’t got blessings
Got texts from old thangs, like back then they didn’t want me 
1k on my gold ring, now I’m up, I gotta front it
Gotta stunt, like Birdman, gotta act like I’m hard, chigga
Trimmed the fat off firsthand, diabetic, no carbs, chigga
Got a call from my old bro, this holiday, got laid off
Reminiscin at Chipotle, like remember that time way back then
When we got the day off? Takin shots on Xbox
Just play, dog, the chips fall where they may fall


Take It Back

[lyrics]

Can’t leave rap alone, the game needs me
Hard to let go, I need to speak freely
Word to Jay-Z, word like the Bible	
Young Prometheus, I’m comin’ with that fire
Drogon with the words that I spit, and
I won’t stop breathing ‘til the entire city is lit
People starting to value authenticity
When that’s the only thing, people ever get from me
Young Kanye on some '05 Katrina speak
Seems to me, Trump doesn’t care about the weak
That’s just what I think, you’re free to disagree
But honestly, we’ll never proceed, until we let it out
It’s a dialogue, you gotta get it out
That’s why I never feel the people tryna act polite
At the dinner table, smilin’ round at the light
Now for all those people out there, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret - 
You can be honest and discuss your views without havin’ a fight
Now instead of me, well, sittin’ here, rappin’,
Let’s take a look at everything that coulda happened
What if I wasn't raised in the States?
What if I stayed in a place filled with sand and AKs?
What if I wasn't raised middle class?
What if my Asian parents, weren’t always on my ass?
Everyday bout my grades til I came correct with them straight A's to put all up on my resume?
What if all my friends were fake?
What if I couldn't trust a single thang they say?
I mean. JK, word to my dawg Jorge, but
What if we didn't make, it out college with our GPA?
What if all we did stay at home every day, get blazed on a bag of that eighth and play games of GTA?
Would I need aid? Would I need the government? 
Would I need a helping hand to help a chigga get thru it?
I don’t know, it’s outside my control
But I don’t judge anyone based on some shit I never know
What if I started finding my purpose?
My bro just quit his 6 figure job, searchin'
Just some millennials tryna figure it out 
I left all my friends in the H, tryna figure it out
What if everything is predestined?
What if you were meant, to be hearing what I’m confessin’?
Yeah, Then I’m rapping on some epic shit
Nowadays rappers just rap to stay relevant
Existential flow, man that’s so me
Z Dub throwback like a bottle of Sobe
What if I finished this rap?
Didn't keep all these thoughts, hidden under my hat?
What if I stopped asking what if?
And just did?

9:05 In Dallas

I swear I use more Drake beats than any other artist
I guess his flows have a way of hittin’ me the hardest
And inspiration is like catching lightning in a bottle
So when it hits, you know I get to typing like there’s no damn tomorrow
And though I’m in a rush to move the ball, no huddle
You can bet I’m putting bars together like a jigsaw puzzle
While they tryna get rich, like queens and kings
Chasin’ money like some fiends, to buy some shit that they don’t need
Ay - but I’m the ace and the deuce
Z Double takin’ shots and never faking a truce
And wherever that may be, whether the H or the D,
I be comin’ out your screen, talkin’ like it’s just you and me
Bellaire boys act like they ain’t close to me anymore
Like “where’s the Zhida we hung out with 10 years before?
Acting spiritual and shit, talkin’ bout some faith“
I’m shoutin’ out all my boys like we face to face
Scott asking what I meant when I was being real
Yiang asking how to never work and always chill
Tom asking why not make some lit mumble rap
Guess I just can’t hop on a track without spittin’ facts
Bruno got me thinkin’ if I’d ever buy a house
At this point in time, only if I rent it out
Gotta stay in the present, cause life is always changin’
I might fuck around in a decade, wake up in Copenhagen
Every girl I meet these days… got a past
Exposin’ my innocence, I hope it always lasts
But if not, I know my friends are here for me
Being sarcastic is masking your insecurities
Skeletons in the closet, I know we all got em
That’s why I let all my walls fall down like autumn
Trying to spread love, and show the world that it’s the answer
But clickbait headlines takin’ over, like fuckin’ cancer
Everyone so glued to their feeds,
So I opened up my Instagram so they can follow my lead
Every room I’m at, I know the influence I have 
Lessons from my past, I flow them for you on this track
As long as I spit these verses and walk this perfect earth
I never let another man determine what my life is worth
People in the gym, tryna flex for someone else
While I’m benching in a polo, tryna impress myself
And I used to pick a shirt, where my abs fit in
And I used to give a fuck, but now I’m abstinent
Not tryna brag, to be honest, that’s just where I’m at
Everything on this track is, as a matter of fact
Feel like James Harden, people always underrate
Goin’ hard in the paint and Euro-steppin’ past the hate
Fuck a triple double, that ain’t how I’m goin’ in
Ya’ll tryna go for numbers, but I’m goin’ for the win
Thinkin deep bout all the things in life that really matter
Like my mom and a couple broken hearts that I made splatter
Lookin’ back on my past, like back back in the day
Do I have regrets? …Nah, there wasn’t any other way
Fuck mediocrity, had to answer the call in me
Gotta get my destiny, and ain’t nobody stoppin’ me
…I swear, all this was supposed to happen
And all ya’ll are supposed to hear every single word I’m rappin’

Letter Home

then kanye dropped, it was polos and backpacks

Z DOUBLE