11/26 Lyrics

You can't rewind I'm just saying

It ain't no playing

Life is not like on demand

I ain't no nephew of Sam

West African man

I'll take that trip when I can

Then go to Cali but not for the beach or the sand

Front of the hood that's my clan

I play my cards right

If I crash out I'm just saying

They ain't gon know that I blammed

They aint gon know who got fanned

Stay off of socials he can't

He gon keep bragging for fans

This just his life on a cam

Watch him end up in a can

I was so sick in that jam

Talked to my fam

I ain't gon leave yall again

I swear to God I'm the man

I ain't no leach eating free

I got a couple of plans

I got a couple of mans

Some of my niggas is doctors

Some of my kin really mobsters

This an exam imma proctor

Life really hard as a locker

You don't get tu like you pac cause

When they spark it get darker

All black like a marker

Real dogs like a barker

Move smart like its Harvard

Take care of ya'll like a father

Matter of fact shout out my father

Nobody life had been harder

Came to this country a martyr

Survived the trenches got stories for days

He like a best written author