I know how it feels
I know what it does to you
And I know the feeling that you feel when you sing it
I know the, the lost position that you get into in the beat
Well, if you talk to the average teenager of today
And you ask them what it is about music that they like
They'll, the first thing they'll say is the beat
Yeah, is this real?
So what you know 'bout life, I know you barely lived it
And all your comments on my come up, they just mad dismissive
Don't be mad 'cause when you had the chance, you went and missed it
These kids in college ain't ahead of me, man, be realistic
'Cause I can't tell you which is which, Atlantic or Pacific
But when Atlantic call, I know you gon' be talkin' business
And they make sense to me, but sense to you, a large percentage
And since we talkin' sense, I'm sensin' that you lost the scrimmage
We in the game, though you never had a foot in
My city like my halo, we shinin' when we shouldn't
You do the math 'cause, 'cause we ain't got the numbers, just the hype
And tons of kids who stayed up grindin' late like every night
I circumvented all discussions 'bout who wrong and right
So when discussin' me, they talk my music, not my life
You put your life on hold, that's when your life gone
Why you runnin' away, why you runnin' away?
They tell me write these flows, but I don't write songs
If I got nothin' to say, baby, I be on the road
Party on the side, pedal to the floor
Doin' eighty in a five to a hundred on the four
You would think I wanna die, c'est la vie, the only motive
Keep from blowin' out my mind, a motherfucker, say
Thirty, thirty, I want that thirty, thirty
Thirty million in my pocket for the age of thirty
If I'm ridin' in that pocket, know the track is dirty
And if you askin' for the boy, you know I'm taxin' surely
I found myself when I realized I ain't give a fuck
'Cause those who tell you not to do it, they ain't lived enough
I stack the money for my brother 'cause his livin' tough
And why I never listen, 'cause I gotta live for both of us
Got shawty passed out 'cause the gas loud, we smoked in Glasgow
Last down, Brady steppin' back, twelve on my back now
Mask out, finger on the trigger, never back down
Smile on my face 'cause I'm the motherfuckin' cash cow
They talkin' shit, they talkin' shit like they ain't know I'm the one
I never been afraid to throw out all this shit and just run
My teachers tried to give me lessons, I ain't listen to one
Ain't take advice from anybody, I ain't wanna become
You put your life on hold, that's when your life gone
Why you runnin' away, why you runnin' away?
They tell me write these flows, but I don't write songs
If I got nothin' to say, baby, I be on the road
Party on the side, pedal to the floor
Doin' eighty in a five to a hundred on the four
You would think I wanna die, c'est la vie, the only motive
Keep from blowin' out my mind, a motherfucker, say
