Years/Alone

[Part One: Years] [Intro] Ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay, ay [Verse 1] I know your soul in the dirt, I know your head in the clouds I know I'm rolling it first, shoutouts for holding me down Holy, I'm holding the crown, it's funny you know of me now Hopefully you understand, it ain't shade, I just needed a band Shoutout Jodi, that's my man, y'all niggas just needed a plan Shoutout Nicky, that's my dab, you should try running my life You should try breathing this gas, it's hard trying to get to the future I found that I needed my path, why do you stare 'cause I'm black? Why do you care that I rap? If he been knew for some years, fuck Why you now giving me daps? Y'all niggas is funny, I laugh Press, he said Sunny the path, Boolie need money to bag He need a crate off the slaps, I should sign up for some paths Too many hills to re-climb [Break] Yeah, ay, yeah, ay, yeah Yeah, ay, yeah, ay, yeah [Part Two: Alone] [Verse 2] I swear my papa know his kid the best Believe I kept my promise, I ain't touch a cigarette Bottom in the cess, I ain't into stress 'Cause that shit gon' bring you down when they intersect Thanking backs on what you winning next, I did enough I copped a sweatsuit off of Riverton Watch us in this bitch, sweet like it's licorice Watch the liquor dig, deep when I'm sipping it 'Til my speech like gibberish On the weekend, act a fool but the weeknights innocent We was going even when the green light isn't lit L train, if you try to meet my syndicate Remember all them sweet nights in a grip He go hard 'cause the weak lines isn't him And I'ma spaz if the feline isn't here Each time, rhythm blare, deep mind, vision clear 5 train, east bound, switching gear We cooking up until we burn the house down Every course is like the fucking last round I stand up, I don't fucking back down