Hi yeah you
It's Aleo
Oh no
With flows so cold
They should serve it at cold stone
And don't know much
But I know what you don't know
And that's enough for me to be creeping out of the unknown
He, she, me, they, them, it, wumbo
I'm legit and you're I dunno
Years fly by but days in slow mo
Oh no!
Oh no!
Oh no!
I think it's crazy
Everything around me changing
Worked on my discipline
Checked out my memories
Think to myself how I'll never be him again
I need to pick up the pen again
I need to wipe off the slate
Maybe I'll just send it in again
Maybe I'll cover my face
Imagine me
An athlete
Run in with a magazine
Bada bada bada bada ba
Y'all don't know what I mean when I'm talking bout the top
I could have a little but I'd rather have a lot
Might not ever make it but I gotta take a shot
Im'a give a hundred till my body f*cking drop
Taking applications but I'll never take a thot
They want new tracks
Just know they coming
Can't take my heat
Get out my oven
They said how much
I said 10 dozen
I've come too far
To leave with nothing
But nothing becoming the usual
When did I lower my standards
I need to lower the whip
And find something to sip
And I might get some answers
I'm that kid
Never quitting for a
Lame ass bitch
Lemme finish you a
Lame has been
Not another that was
Made like this
Now your mother wanna
Play my hits
And you at the brink
I call that my old home
Where I would always keep the door closed
And never finish any chores bro