Back Nine ft. Billie Mitchell Lyrics

Back nine

Back nine proper

Still got more surface to cover like Rich Sherman in deep thirds

The worlds a large operation

I'm an emerging surgeon

What I predict is my light is something to paste in

Squeeze the riches from my lemonade

Billie sing the lullaby

Yeah, it's a holiday

A day above the soil, wealth

Grow a stem we getting paid

More life

More pain

More lines

More shade and grow

I escalade above the sky

I slide a five for gas we past disguise

I write my life, my greatest prize

But since Aich been the man shit I hate the rise

Something gotta change

Something gotta change some way somehow

Some way somehow

Something gotta change

Something gotta change some way somehow

Some way somehow

I ain't a killer but, don't test my suburban

You drive some pistons towards Benny I'll go for certain

I wonder if we born pure or mature as we living

I wild out on my best days I learn it from something

I fell victim to the backseat cages

My wrist constricted still scribble these journal pages

As a star I see red and blue lights

Fireworks glow up the night

It changes when the strobes become your moment of patience

You heart stops and this life goes

Tend to see how friends become your Alpos

Jealousy and envy lurking outdoors

Lack of authenticity that going out shows

I'm still showing out

Smiles round the clock all 12 hoe

Middle finger up fuck 12 hoe

At 12, rocking shelltoes

Fire round my gifts

Shit, I'm Elmo

I never take a lose that's an elbow

I fight back my lessons more than well known

Lessons on Lessons

Hold up man I'm gifted

Series of unfortunate moments

I wrote a Snicket, a record

Twist it

This for those that listen don't ever miss it

This penship mean so much to me this shit forever Christmas

Something gotta change

Something gotta change some way somehow

Some way somehow

Something gotta change

Something gotta change some way somehow

Some way somehow