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[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract] My homie told me "play smart and get your money” They lookin' at you funny, actin' like they seen a dummy Yeah, no country for old men Yeah, no money I don't spend I spend my days thinkin' 'bout how I fuck up lives How's it possible if at the same time the kids sayin' "aye, dawg, you saved mine"? I need more time with my own mind Do I really wanna keep y'all waitin' in line To see me whine and cry or am I wastin' my time? 'Cause maybe there are some more rappers out there who deserve that shinе Word to Shyne Know they see us cry on stage, insidе felt rage Wanted to burn every page inside my history book This is history, look, ain't nothin' changed Ain't nothin' changed but the aspect ratio We made it in our crib and got a hook and this shit ended up on the radio I'm from the school of Kanye West and Spike Jones Y'all niggas need to get the fuck on and leave me alone I'm sorry I don't answer the phone When Ciarán wrote that shit, that's the shit, that's the shit, that's the shit, that hit home [Verse 2: Matt Champion] Yeah, yeah, barely grazed the surface, face in gully grips Taste my bloody lip Back when I was hangin' 'round Sky and them Loosely based on movie magic Mix it up with a lot of baggage Hand below my eyelid I need some coffee, want some rocky moments Just to test my attitude I, I ain't thinkin' I lost my head I ain't trippin', I lost my leg I wanna be better I wanna feel better Spreadin' my wingspan Do not use kickstand My motor rusty, my story’s gettin' so rugged My collars stay open, I swim by the ocean, nah, nah I said, all, my... Forever, I'm ready, so I... I said, all, my... Forever, I'm ready, so I...