Late 808

There’s someone gorgeous in my bed tonight

Yet I’m still petrified that I’ll die alone

I don’t fantasize, I make movies

I just did a dose of Percocet with some strippers

I just poured this lean in my cup like it’s liquor

I just need a whole lot of drugs in my system

I just tried acid for the first time, I feel good

I get it how I live it

I live it how I get it

How you gone critique me, you industry

I’m in the streets, you out the streets

I murk the streets and murk the beat

I’m Hercules, no murkin’ me

Why me? Oh-why oh-why-oh why me?

Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising?

But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?

Why can’t I trust what I see?

Up against the trials of life, sometimes it ain’t right

Through all of my pain and strife, I focused upon the light

Though I may lose my way, I’m up for the fight

In hopes of a brighter day for children of the night

If you were worried ’bout where

I been or who I saw or

What club I went to with my homies

Baby, don’t worry

You know that you got me

Ice Cube on a Friday,

Chris Tucker on a Friday,

Michael Cera on a Friday,

Jonah Hill on a Friday

I do this shit for my mama, my mama told me don’t forget ’bout my roots

There’s a starman waiting in the sky

He’d like to come and meet us

But he thinks he’d blow our minds

There’s a starman waiting in the sky

He’s told us not to blow it

Cause he knows it’s all worthwhile

Every time I see her out, I see the hate in her face

Like why you do that?

Tell her you love her when next week you just want your space

Why you do, why you do that?

Tell her you want her but next week you do your own thing

Why you do, why you do that?

I can’t explain it but just know it working for me

She text me “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you”

But how the fuck can you hate me?

When I ain’t did shit, but be the real thang

She know I’m the real, that’ll never change

I never been the one to try to explain

While you catch them feels I’mma sip on this drank, it’s easing my brain

I work the pen to make the ink transform

On any particular surface the pen lands on

Zaakir is hands on, what’s the beef?

The Cooley High Cochise high post techniques

I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes

Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint

Then design what have a National Geographic a magic

With tailor-made status and plus flavor that’s automatic

Beef rap, could lead to getting teeth capped

Or even a wreath for ma dukes on some grief crap

I suggest you change your diet

It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it

Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease

It ain’t no starting back once arteries start to squeeze

Take the easy way out phony, until then

They know they wouldn’t be talking that bologna in the bullpen

Yo, listen up, here’s a story

About a little guy that lives in a blue world

And all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue

Like him inside and outside

Blue his house with a blue little window and a blue Corvette

And everything is blue for him

And his self and everybody around

‘Cause he ain’t got nobody to listen (to listen)

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay

Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up

All de gal pon de dance floor wantin some more

Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay

Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up

All de gal pon de dance floor wantin some more

Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up

I did some charity today for the kids

But I’m used to it cause all y’all charity cases

All y’all stare in my face in hopes you could be the replacement

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know

Everything that shine ain’t always gonna be gold

I’ll be fine once I get it, get it in, I’ll be good

I walk light so I don’t piss the ground off

I’ve been tryna tell a different story
Find balance and I’m tippin’ off
And tell grandma I be with her shortly
I won’t panic when they send her for me
Cause I ain’t got time for feelin’ sorry
I gotta be on point when duty call
And I’m prolly the worst person to get involved with
These shoulders is not for you to sniffle on

Watch the wall collide with my fist
Mostly over problems that I know I should fix
Focused so I know my skin tone is a cliff
We on the edge and they hopin’ we slip
I had to ask moms what I owed to this shit, she said “Nothin'”
She asked me ’bout them old times both of us miss, I said nothin’
She asked me if I’m smokin’ again
I told her that I prolly gotta go in a bit

All about my cheese; cheddar, mozzarella, provolone

I can feel the weight of what you say

I had explanations for days

Don’t think you’re the only one that’s sane

It seems like we’re not on the same page

All I do is think when I’m away

Colors burst and all I see are shapes

Sun goes away and that’s when I call your name

She’s here for good, and I’m here to stay

I’m never comin’ home now, all alone now

Can’t let my bros down, can’t let my bros down

I feel like I’m a no one, that’s what they told me

I’ma show ya, baby, I was chosen, ayy

R.I.P. Lil Peep, I gotta slow down on them Xans

Look what was handed us, fathers abandoned us

When we get them hammers, go on, call the ambulance

Sometimes I feel no one in this world understands us

But we don’t care what people say

I hustle the first to the first

Yeah, now if you let me, you won’t regret me

Shit, if you let me, you won’t forget me

Remember? And if you don’t then ponder

Hold up, pow-pow, there’s a reminder

I ain’t kinda hot, I’m sauna

I sweat money, and the bank is my shower

Haha, and that pistol is my towel

Haha, so stop sweating me coward

And I would, die for ours

Ride for hours, supply the flowers

This is history in the making

Now shut the f… up and let me make it

And you’ve blessed me with the best gift

That I’ve ever known

You give me purpose

Yeah, you’ve given me purpose

I apologize, our love was one for the ages and I contained us

And all this ratchet shit and we more expansive

Not meant to cry and die alone in these mansions

Or sleep with our back turned

We supposed to vacay ’til our backs burn

We’re supposed to laugh ’til our heart stops

And then meet in a space where the dark stop

And let love light the way

Why do I find it so hard to love you?

When I know in my heart that I want to?

I’ve been putting you down when you aren’t around

I’m letting you down every day

I’ve been messing around when you’re out of town

Why do I keep on running away?

Now my phone blowin’ up like ring

Like ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring!

That Kevin Durant, I’m a champion

Check the numbers, I’m a champion

Work, work, work, work, work

Bored and getting desperate as hell

Cellular not amusing and I hope someone will

Message me with some plans that are amusing as well

Cause I haven’t seen the exit of these walls since before this morning

Steven Seagal (mhm)

“Hard To Kill” (mhm)

And I don’t have much

But I take all I got

And that’s what I give

What I get in return

Is the money I earn

And the life I live

I’m so gone

As I burn after rolling

And float on…