Years

[Intro]

"The love for the craft. That is my motivation and my stimulation. That's why the money comes. It's because you're so dedicated to what you're doing, to what you should be, that money automatically...because your mind is not on money, it's on that craft. You work diligently, you work consistently, you work dedicated, and it returns to you, believe me, tenfold."

Since it took me a long time to get here

Y'know, it's gone take me a long time to leave

[Chorus]

It's been years and years and years and years

Took years and years and years and years

Put in years and years and years and years

I'll be here years and years and years and years

[Verse]

No safe place to lay your head

Eating mutton, teeth cutting through day-old bread

Only once broken can it be spoken whole-hearted

Burying pain's why I remain so guarded

Would hurt you, in some circles got the illest rep

Where I bet my silhouette still a threat

Was moving like a killer with impunity

Now I'm a proven pillar in the community

Took a hundred mans missing to transition

Bold lines, closed minds can't listen

Follow rules then the ghouls can't lure him

Wanna duel then the jewels ain't for him

Years long, years fast

Years gone, years past

Years cold, years liver

Years old, years wiser

This side of the tracks, providing facts is core essential

Would bring quick swing now tactics more mental

In the hood we could and would deliver hate

Was gutter soldiers not mothered over, deliberate

Thinking man of stinking clan, I'm still a ape

Food for thought... should've brought a bigger plate

This ain't swine-rhyming, it's fine dining

Was raw by the liquor store, but I ain't whining

No sense to buffer, was meant to suffer

The dark made for better art to dispense and usher

Built from pain tilt your frame, now a level head

Won't see me being greedy--I fed usted

Versatile, birthed a style, damn post-partum

Wavy, need a navy, can't coast guard him

Not a diluted, concentrate

Lotta fly movement, concentrate

Super thug catch ruger slug, fear's motive

Faith endured, face obscured, tears coated

Was a arm to target

Some bolted, knowing I'll do harm to starboard

Had a rough road, my goal calmed the carsick

Now I'm juicing, getting loose in the farmers market

Trying to live