NINETY-ONE Lyrics

Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one

Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one

Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one

[Verse]

Ninety one, around the sun, 3-6-5 days, nigga

Time comin, little nigga runnin' comin' up, outta that blaze, nigga

Whole picture, but they out the frame

This nigga buildin' his own world

Labeled Jr, I'm a different name

Labeled Jr, I'm a different name

I send my regards to my mom, I send my regards to my dad

Left them for dead in my memories

It's up to me, to remember me, January to December, can never forget my November

I was my own neglector, now, I'm my protector

Could've been different, well off, mad poems to get the yells off

Got enough base to grace the whole crowd, y'all ain't been hearin' but a nigga loud

Try to silence the Black Sheep, could spit my own soul from a back beat

If only, they could be proud of me, but really, they merely just shrouded me

Allegories, they grounded me, from the womb to my room, language founded me

Spirit been walkin' the walk, my gut was just tellin' me, some shit was wrong

Now I see a bigger picture, the heart of the matter, my scripture

The surges in verses, the mixture

Been mendin' the wounds of my inner

Mirrored the misery, self doubt inflicted me, wanted to die every day, ain't no mystery

There was a spark, throughout all the melee, milestones, victories

Existentialist shit, my histories

A nigga live, a nigga learn, a nigga give, a nigga earn

Ten years in the Game, no return

Never thought, I would live, to see this shit, rappin' chillin, livin' winnin' shit

Chefin', cookin, flexin' grillin' shit

Flippin' buildin', burnin, willin' shit

Disillusioned as fuck for a long time

Set my own dreams on the wrong side

LSD fucked me up for the long ride

Days really just feel like song tides

Pullin' back, movin' straight, flowin' off sides

Fuck a master, ain't no wrong guide

All that bullshit they really on, all lied

Get to the bag, get off the grind

Heart on my sleeve, gettin' off my mind

Might fuck around and live out my design

World in a flux, death decline, wanna see how I do in this life of mine

I'm keep on writin' 'til I'm off the line, well off writing books sellin' off to sign

Ask me my purpose, well I don't know

If I leave shit to chance, then I don't grow

How can I tell a story if I don't show

Mothafuckas be chattin' and they still blow

Too much aperture with no glow

One of one, you know how this shit go