Tribe Lyrics

Kinda dummy

When you think about it

An ego questioned position

Feel close as fuck to 30

Yet time I'm treading for mentions

That friendly shit perspective

I left in the trash with distance but

Expression with aggressions

The makings of something Gripping

Shit..Maybe its just me tripping

But what if writing notes, a dose

To deal with time that's slipping

And within these notes is Hopes of

Strategized positions

The Reps come in so you don't choke

You could've Ben Simmons

Nigga Listen

I swear my pens vicious

From the start I laid the play

And Mentioned my intentions

Not the type to check by Day n Night

Comparing Listens

You the type to buy that blue check

Charge em for subscriptions

Not the type to pay for plays n views

A lengthy Difference

Shit I'm the type to disappear

For a minute, Come back with flavors

Ratchet Shit or consciousness

Dont worry I'll Cater

A Certain flavor You not used too

Savor now

Thank Me Later

Ok

Now Back when I was sleeping at my Mama Crib

A different level same devil

Where my mama lived

We had it all

Even down to broken promises

Back When Having heart to hearts

Wasn't astonishing

Took some climbing

But Im finding what the climate is

Aint No rewinding

When you find out what that timing gives

Shit, Mama said

To watch the battles that your pride will pick

Some points you gotta chuck to life

Another dime, Assist

Quite Passive aggressive

Of Course I submit to my stressors

My aims at the rafters

Can't help but to feel like I'm lesser

From closing a chapter to being myself

Not an actor

To Walking abundance of course ima sample the platter