Late 808

See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back

Good die young, I ain’t eligible for that

Chef Sweaty braising your faculty

Face getting gray from the ash, but I’m laughing

That’s the trace in me, n….

F… out my face while I’m thinking

Ain’t step foot up in my momma place for a minute

My days numbered

I’m focused heavy on making the most of ’em

I feel like I’m the only one pressin’ to grow upwards

It’s still f… you and whoever you showed up with

Trying to see an M and some steadier hands

I’m fresh

I’m clean

I’m biting on my lip and I’m looking so mean

Brooklyn ridin’ with us, got my jeweler ridin’ with me

Watch us drift off this good dodie

I can’t provoke all these killas won’t go though

It’s the, rap diablo, macho when I drop flows

Bar gets raised up, it’s me and Petey Pablo

Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mono

Rapping head honcho, rocking shows like I was Bono

I go play a couple keys on the piano

The industry a lie, all the promises were hollow

No feelings, no feelings, no feelings

No feelings, no feelings, no feelings

Shout out to Asian girls, let the lights dim some

I try it if it feels right

This feels nice

I’ve been down and lost for days

Glad I found you on the way

When the day gets better, the night gets brighter

I always feel this way

Through the hills

I hear you callin’, miles and miles away

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