My Youth

Uh, just put it in the air

Light that loud and watch disappear here

Thoughts at the speed of light years, I could see the light

Yeah, this the right year made the flow yeah

Clear and easy to steer in space and time erasing fine

Amazing in the mason cliches

Each day weighs out enlightenment

Niggas blacked out cause I got ultra violent

Now my wave lengths to the radio waves

Still keep it under pavements but not a ratio change

My patio the same, but I ain't even got to tell them that

Poppy leave them dimes at my welcome mat

Get high as heavens, Hope hell never come back

I'm like 5'11, but have angelic contact

The devil jealous in fact, Cause I rebel the spells

With a letter to God, I swear you know me so well

This one time, I said lord would you help?

Some short time after see my music on the shelf

And of course, I gotta thank myself

My wealth is in my happiness and mine

And not my pocket health in it's ashes

If you don't even think sometimes

If it's passion and relationships synchronize

Drownin' inside her, true eyes is to the higher

I don't drink too much, I know the bud wiser

It's the livest one

Bedford-Stuyvesant

Yo dogs I got the load,

Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like

I sky high, my sky high,

Sky high, sky high

One hand on the mac, one hand on my sac

I'm thinking to myself what if I handed it back

But I gotta hand it to myself I'm handling rap

Handsome versin' that's like hand-to-hand combat

Rehearsin', I got eight arms, nigga

Disarm your favorite rapper he won't come back

Made flex drop eight times, nigga

On contact, whine that like eight times

Got to keep it G, this for my masons

Figure it out, eight times, the average of mind

I may sign which I don't like lime light

But I'll shine witcha

Bitch I gotta eat I might dine witcha

Yeah I got bars but I'm like Akon ouwitcha

Convict music for real

This industry give me chills

Cause in the streets I'm chill

But still heating up for a mill

I'm like so real

Life is so surreal

Sosa already got sealed for the way he revealed

Taking hold of pitchforks still

But I will never yield

In this pitchfork [load?] thinking I gotta appeal

Cause I'm thinking like a deal

Could get me living swell for real

But if I skyfall, thinking ideal

Selling hellbys on CDs

Grassroots with grassroots, seeds on civis,

Five finger this con weed leaves,

Exceptionally speaking determination,

Breeds success and proceeds,

Feds want the photos and IDs

Into them blood like IVs

Cause every youth,

Want the newest Nikes,

Straight jeans and white tees,

But these things will get pricy

And I'm gone, hitting [?]

And I'm hitting the strong,

I've been hurting way too long

And I can't wait too long,

And I'm gone, hitting [?]

As I'm hitting the strong,

I've been hurting way too long,

I can't wait too long.

I've been hurting way too long,

I can't wait too long.