Tomorrow.

[Verse 1: Pink Siifu]

Uh, uh, shit

Uh, uh, shit

Uh, uh, shit

Shit, uh

Homie listen

Mirror tell and I listen hard

Ain’t even the feeling

Splinters in all my fingers, scarred

Standing still for the picture

It appear to be different

Light a second light the ones how it hit, light a incense

Look at me just kicking the dust up

Young nigga know for his trust

Those are the days of my niggas

27 is crazy

Word to Max, starting to look like my father with age

We got a posture the same, same face, only difference regrets

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Tucking my collar in shame

No need for a high

Grind stay alive, look at mе getting by

Got past 25, off the plane, gеt a cab, long ride [?] player my mind

I’m doing fine

Gotta remind, peace god

Keep telling myself, piece of mind it ain’t nobody else

Peace of mind

It’s just me and the guys

Peace God

[Verse 2: Maxo]

Since you abide by, show me why we ain’t eye to eye

These niggas dying, can't even make it to Channel Five

I seen you lie to your folks, would hope they reveal the prize

I know the preacher be scared to say they don't see the light

My word is God, where I put the pen I’mma free the right

I been through times I was only seeing the me and mine

I grew through mines, I know the grief, but my beam divine

The root gone grow, if you rip the dirt, you gon see the vine

That wisdom showed me something

That wisdom show me that fear ain’t never gon hold me from it

That wisdom showed me mistakes be part of the cycle

I rake it up with the leaves

Brodie please keep that shit to the left of my shoulder

Blessings been rolled over like snow in the winter

Gone in December, wrap the gifts before Christmas

Mama know I remember

Mama know I remember

[Verse 3: Remy Banks]

Yo, we was youngins running wild in the jungle

Was born the lion, king of my zone, but I remain on the humble

I had to lead by example

Was showing growth through the struggle

Just know I meant it if I say that I love you

Don’t throw those words around loosely

Some niggas’ll come up with you, line you up like some looseleaf

Now your momma writing your eulogy, the cycle is vicious

I’m on a mission to restore the feeling

Like being at your grandmama crib

Auntie cooking up in the kitchen

Or your cousins out in the backyard, chilling

Sipping on Kool-Aid, feeling

You get the vision, just picture the period

You know we was royalty like the [?]

And the sigil on my sleeves speaking heavy but smooth as the breeze

Hand me my flowers while I breathe please, not when I leave

Cuz what good is giving me praise if I'm not here to receive?

Just some food for thought, some food for, I thought you should eat

Just some food for soul, some food for mind, I thought you should eat