Best Years

At my best , yeah

These my best years

I left my problems in the last year

I'm only tryna get this bag, yeah

Oh, it's gonna be a long year

No more fuckin' with your energy

No more fuckin' with me mentally

Put in work, I'm waitin' patiently

Gotta get this bag, yeah

Look, I cannot do it for free

All the excuses you makin' don't cut it with me, yeah

I'm motivated by the family tree, mmm

Motivated by the envy and greed, uh

I'm razor-sharp, Rosa Parks, I'm the boss

I'm a rebel with it

See, all this power, if you had it

You would probably be a devil with it

I got the juice, all flavors

We makin' moves, all major

Imagine losin' to the champ, then gettin' to the bag, McGregor, uh

It's "Fuck what you want", we built this all by ourselves

I run 'em up with the whole gang, nobody else

We so foreign, we just Australian

We need the space, 'cause we just some aliens

These my best years

Left my problems in the last year

Just tryna hold the bag, yeah, aye

Everything cool on this side

Nothin' for free on this side

The grass is green on this side

Knew we would get it in due time

'Cause I been chasin' checks daily

The 217, know it made me

Got a hustlin' mentality

Yeah, it's in the blood, so I'm brazy

Just believe that I'll be gettin' it

Every dog got a bone to pick

Yeah, the city really locked us out

Politicians, they can suck a dick

If you ask about last year, that's past tense

And if it doesn't make dollars, don't make sense

Yes, I've got the sense, gifted like the Sixth Sense

On time like the rent

Dreams are kinda anti-social

So no time for friends

Get me connected like wi-fi

Runnin' it, countin' it, bone dry

I just might take up some Muay Thai

So I can get fit in my spare time

Watch out, 'cause I'm 'bout to blow

It's gonna be a long year

Feelin' like the man, yeah

Just tryna hold the bag, yeah, yeah, yeah

No more fuckin' with your energy

No more fuckin' with me mentally

Put in work, I'm waitin' patiently

I gotta get this bag, yeah (Space)

I need the bag and all that

What's the problem I'ma sort out

You should really know if I ain't fuckin' with you

Missed calls, I don't call back

See the dress code all black, all black, gain lifted

Fall back, fall back, takin' pictures while I'm flexin'

That's the moment, Kodak, Kodak

Shit, 'cause all these records that I'm droppin', never slackin'

Always murder in the booth

I don't gotta say it, I just let it roll and we all know the truth

Make the wave, levitate, never rest, on flame like the roof

Catch me on the west side, doin' donuts

Rollin' doobies in the coupe

Ski mask like I'm in the snow

Put the ice on my flesh like my wrist is broke

Time tickin', need my paper now

Just to get the bag, gotta tippy-toe

Every week I got a different hoe

Every song I've got a different flow

Bitches actin' like they really know me

Tell me who the fuck you really know

Kept it real with my ****, whippin' this work up in this kitchen

Tell 'em Spacely gonna shine, I'm on my way, doin' this mission

I been up for four days, gettin' shit done, need to get cake

Every record, shit bangs, bustin' them shots like an AK

No more fuckin' with your energy

No more fuckin' with me mentally

Put in work, I'm waitin' patiently

I gotta get this bag, yeah