A Message To My Past Self Lyrics

I come from police sirens right after Hanukah

Dance recitals you didn't know if your pops would come

Gun sounds but you never knew where the bullets went

Just saw the gun smoke and whiff of that bullet scent

And never knew what homies were getting heaven sent

Damn

I'm tired of casket measurements

Chasing green but who knew this color could be so prejudice

Mothers crying in need of a proper shoulder

I can hold ya 'til the pain is over

Promise it'll be over just give it time we older

That's where I'm from I'm used to it

Cutting school for amusement had me feeling like Nike I do it

How do I fail English, but spoke street fluent

I'm so far gone the stars I influence

New York City a place that never forgets

Make a wrong turn and get your lottery picked

Or botany picked or even molecule split

For the cash and the fit that's a crime they commit

I'm still rough around the edges I can do some growing up

Cowards pointing pieces at me so wassup?

Get your body plucked

And with those same fingers all they do is scrolling up

I'm sick of this shit I might just throw up

Where's my big break I need this glow up

I'm tryna detonate for the fam

But If I cut the fuse I might not blow up

This cut throat shit will get your throat cut

Ru Paul swag I keep them both tucked

Hold up

Venti Frappuccino make it mocha

Losing friends to coke not the cola

In a blunt they rolled up

Hard to keep a conversation when your people aren't even sober

Maybe they're just looking for some closure