Long Year

God damn it’s been a long year
Coming from the place I’m from
But the young boy strong here
Look at all the things i’ve done
Hell and back
I gone there
Feeling like satan’s son
Lost money but i’m all here
End of the day I won
Yea
Face against that pavement
In 2 i’ll be famous
Can’t no one save me
Whole life been slaving
Spending all my savings
That’s the price for greatness
I just can’t explain it
Ya’ll just too dumb face it
Didn’t really wanna flow like that
But ya’ll wouldn’t hear me if I flow like this
Ya’ll too mother fucking slow like kids
Or tryna run when you’re fucking fat as shit
Tryna fucking prove who the baddest is
If that’s me
I’m glad it is
If that’s you
I’m mad as shit
Take a baseball bat
Cock back and hit
Homerun
Ya’ll don’t hear me till the hoes come
So sick
That your nose run
It’s a joke man
Man i’m only tryna poke fun
Last hope man
Man i’m tryna find ob-wan
Ya’ll wouldn’t get it
Only saw rogue one
Young anakin
Bitch i’m chosen
Whip a phantom
I’m a menace
And i’m on one
Left handed
Once I get it
It’s a problem
Yea
It’s a problem solve it
I’m a starving artist
I’m partly godly
I’m partly modest
Young Paul McCartney
I’m a beast regardless
Every week I need
To see me at barney’s
With a duffel bag
Full of everything I ever wanted
And I crazy
Cause I’m only mother fucking getting started
Like image when get the
Fucking foreign auto bodies
And I whip that shit no handed
Pulling up to your party
God damn it’s been a long year
Coming from the place I’m from
But the young boy strong here
Look at all the things i’ve done
Hell and back
I gone there
Felling like satan’s son
Lost money but i’m all here
End of the day I won
Yea
Count me out
I come back harder
Fuck you up
Like a bad barber
Is that your girl
Oh you bad momma
Shouldn’t do that
That’s bad karma
Plus i’m probably causing
Mad drama
You still doing drugs
Cause that caught up
Bro it’s all love
Don’t act on it
On my life
Put a stack on it
I don’t play with any fucking thing I say
Music is my life
And I do it everyday
It ain’t black or white
It’s in the middle where it’s grey
I’m attacking and fighting
Anything that’s in the way
You just gunna stop me
You just gunna try
You really wanna stop me
You just wanna die
It’s a fucking figure of speech
You know why
I really ain’t in the streets
I’m too shy
I don’t go outside
Like the Earl album
But i’m staying happy
Like the girl album
Getting all this out me
Like I hurled valium
Riding on the beat
Like a pure stallion
I curve the words
And I curse back backwards
I’m tryna use
All reverse tactics
I’m on the moon
You on earth stagnant
You ain’t running game
This the first practice
In the future
I’m winning march madness
Good at shooting
Boy i’m part Katniss
Got a girl with me
She part bad
But she artsy smart
And like tall rappers
I’m all that
Like the nick classic
Sox cap on
And I rep that shit
Middle finger to
You all after
I make it to the top
Of ya’ll ladder