Three Years

This a mellow celebration, clap clap bravo Happy I ain't lit my fucking cranium with hollows I done came like a long long way Nah, fuck it, we done came like a long long way See I was blind when I was 16, looking for a God figure Blood, sweat, tears went and turned me to a god spitter I've reached a point inside my life where there ain't no turning back They talking bout me like, "Andre, he the one who can rap" Feels good knowing other people believe in me But they don't understand the problems that's been eating me I'm trapped between a brighter future and a muzzle flash I need a rope in the shape of a fucking cul-de-sac I'm doing good for the moment but that don't ever last And I don't know which song I make is gonna be my last If it's this one, I'll let this shit speak for itself Inside of Pro Tools the only place I flow devotion I been mamba mentality showing no emotion Result of turning daydreams into a roadmap Perhaps I used to be happier, bring the old back Before rapping was literally over everything The mic has got my life hostage like a wedding ring Don't get me wrong, that ain't to say that I don't love the game It's just that everything else is really not the same Three years, three years, shit just ain't the same Release my fears into my peers, this shit may sound insane Leave a stain upon the game with my past pain Three years, three years, shit just ain't the same Three years, three years, shit just ain't the same Release my fears into my peers, this shit may sound insane Leave a stain upon the game with my past pain Three years, three years, shit just ain't the same He was eighteen, died from a self inflicted bullet wound Wondering if imma see my ex inside my funeral Will the space run out, with lines up out the door With flashing lights up in that hoe like reality show But most importantly, will I have died for something Or end up as just a trending statistic that's in abundance Talking youngins who's time is coming when 21 and under Be it drugs, reckless violence, or world war whatever I pray to see my potential begin to blossom And that I touch some B's like a meet and greet with the Boston Red Sox, dead clocks, only time will tell Been saying that shit my whole life and bruh I'm still trapped in hell My biggest problems are manifested inside my psyche That means to every one around me, all my shit is trifling I don't even really show my face at functions no more Head down, lips sealed, thinking how I'm gon blow And if I don't, I'm still gon blow but in the sense of a Beretta That love shit is overplayed but there ain't nothing better That's all I really need as far as my two eyes can see A little something just to hold me over for eternity My chest been vacant for a minute Bad vibrations is the only thing to fill it Numb to this life, praying that one day I feel it Numb to this life, praying that one day I feel it My chest been vacant for a minute Bad vibrations is the only thing to fill it Numb to this life, praying that one day I feel it My chest been vacant for a minute Bad vibrations is the only thing to fill it Numb to this life, praying that one day I feel it Die without a legacy the only thing I'm fearing Three years, three years, shit just ain't the same Release my fears into my peers, this shit may sound insane Leave a stain upon the game with all my past pain Three years, three years, shit just ain't the same Three years, three years, shit just ain't the same Release my fears into my peers, this shit may sound insane Leave a stain upon the game with my past pain Three years, three years, shit just ain't the same The reaper is a bitch, he watching everything I spit Speaking bout my death, he'll prolly make that shit exist Chris Wallace status, yeah I'm ready for the six feet End up in the ground over some beefing like I'm minced meat I talk my shit, but in my spirit, know I got a purpose I'll build you up, but starting off, I'll make you feel worthless If I'm devoting energy that means you like a family Don't disappoint me like the motherfuckers popping Xannies I know I'm all over the place but this my sole escape I keep my shit inside like angels in the pearly gates A long list of tribulations show my soul erased Born without my innocence, them vices tryna fornicate On the bus, was thinking fame was playing hard to get Couldn't, get up, out my, feelings, focused on some, older shit My heart went like AWOL thanks to problems with my older bitch But I knew better than to put a razor to my wrist Cuz see I liked the suffering, that shit help me grow My life was like a parable that god had bespoke I know the ones that came before me gave a lot to the cause I hope the people I'm preceding never suffer my loss Not speaking in the physical, more like emotions In the past three years, been picking up on the notion That all the rights and the wrongs in this life I'm pursuing Is all straight, cuz at the end of the day, we only human My chest been vacant for a minute Bad vibrations is the only thing to fill it Numbing to this life, praying that one day I feel it Numbing to this life, praying that one day I feel it My chest been vacant for a minute Bad vibrations is the only thing to fill it Numbing to this life, praying that one day I feel it Die without a legacy the only thing I'm fearing I'm tired of the pain that's inside Been like three years since I had my peace of mind Devil hit my DM, said he want a piece of mine My soul has been deceased and so I signed the dotted line I'm tired of the pain that's inside Been like three years since I had my peace of mind Devil hit my DM, said he want a piece of mine My soul has been deceased and so I signed the dotted line I'm tired of the pain that's inside Been like three years since I had my peace of mind Devil hit my DM, said he want a piece of mine My soul has been deceased and so I signed the dotted line