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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...