Arm & A Leg (Year 5) Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I mean, I had to come back eventually, I couldn't leave y'all out forever, I mean
But I ain't really leave in the first place, wasn't really nothing to come back from
Yeah, yeah I hit the bong before I come in the studio, work in this shit
Feeling real tired right now, I just wrote me some rhymes, feel like I popped a perk in this bitch
This pen, this paper, this microphone, all that I got to go talk to, sometimes I feel like they listening
better than niggas that say that they got you
Waking up and I'm chasing that dog food
The money, the love, and everything in between, whatever come with a good mood
To whom much is given then way more is tested
Okay, well, you see how I got through
Might've changed, okay, but you not new
You the same, ain't nothing good bout what you doing, don't even got business in my shoes
Huh, wouldn't even try to
Yeah, niggas ain't even mature all the way, trying to tell me them big moves
What? You only been out two minutes, I don't
see no scrapes or a lil' bruise
I never seen competition, I stay at the front of the race, never got two
I lost an arm and a leg, never got glue
Yeah, niggas be crying and shit, feel like a veteran, I had to earn my stripes, had to get on the field this year five with this
Eighteen, I was a rookie, I dropped out of college, I didn't know what time it is
Nineteen, I got my own crib and got my own whip and bought my own shit, promise you couldn't tell me how it go
Twenty years old and got way more difficult, physical, seeing more money than ever before
Went back to school cause a nigga was bored, would ace all my test and then roll up some smoke
Twenty-one, didn't really talk much to anyone, niggas would think I was dead or a ghost
Twenty-two, I was just working too hard for myself, I
was good if my bank account grow
Twenty-three, had to put enemies under me, cut off the ties with the fakes and the phonies and people that hold me
No one controls me, I had to get everything on my lonely, huh
Went back and got that degree, pen got expensive and flow so unique
You know what that mean?
You gotta pay fees for me to rap on your beats, huh
Yeah, I hit the bong before I come in the studio, work in this shit
Feeling real tired right now, I just wrote me some rhymes, feel like I popped a perk in this bitch
This pen, this paper, this microphone, all that I got to go talk to, sometimes I feel like they listening
better than niggas that say that they got you
Waking up and I'm chasing that dog food
The money, the love, and everything in between, whatever come with a good mood
To whom much is given then way more is tested
Okay, well, you see how I got through
Might've changed, okay, but you not new
You the same, ain't nothing good bout what you doing, don't even got business in my shoes