Sometimes I feel like the director, other times the actor
Most times me and the latter
The beat be in collateral, I see my treatment ratchet
Up the fairway wit' it, I'm only moving with my guys
They won't let air hit this skin
I told my niggas I feel lame, we miss a game like Ripken
Don't dodge pain, I'll sit with it, scrape my change up, discipline
Throw a change-up out in front, change the pace, my bid in
A fiend for freedom, wringing out this forced on language, drip by drip
And baby girl, you slicker than me
Distanced from me, motivating different interests from me
Your mission complete
Least in your terms, but willing still to bend it for me
In the short term and tell me that I'd get more results
If I let the world turn, wasn't really worth it
I know I can't be sure
Jesus Christ I popped another tag on every night of tour
You the type to see your guys wide open and still try to score
We in this 'til the end, bust out a window, we can't find a door, but
We gettin' in though
Teenage me hated it, all I want these days is the friend zone
Acquaintance bringin' hate and shit, that part be all pretend though
We stayin' independent we gon' see what this shit in for
We make more off of indo
It'd mean less if we spoon-fed, spoofed ourself for a quick smoke
At school the sharpest student, I moonlit wit' different friends
It's just complaints and money falling out, the bank been at crescendo
Only nigga improvisin', protagonist with no real role
We rollin', yeah
Rolled in, we needed motion
It's all we stole
To my family, I'm beholden
Everybody else, I'on't owe shit
Run my own sprint
The gates of Heaven close quick
So, we rollin', yeah
Golden, we needed motion
It's all we stole
To my family, I'm beholden
Everybody else, I'on't owe shit
Run my own sprint
The gates of Heaven close quick
And so, we rollin', yeah
Golden, we needed motion
It's all we stole
Aight, yeah
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