Fdym

Pipe dreams of turning nineteen, that's a fantasy This vice city too damaging Lil bitch I'm from the '99, mind from the '70s Coming up, couldn't visualize what was blessing me Still coming up but my sight is Visine now Barrel to the brain, nah, I put the magazine down Lucky brim, man I might play blackjack Stay loaded like white kids with a backpack Guess we all tend to be a little ignorant Bible and a burner, mixing saint up with the sinning shit Truth be told, I don't want no negativity Still saying fuck you 'til Jehovah send for me And I'm tryna do better than the Ninth Symphony Might go black ops, infiltrate your ministry Have the people running 'round under my directioning Start a new gang and have 'em wipe the government regime Fuck do you mean I ain't following guidelines I'm headed to primetime The fuck you be saying, I don't got the energy Call me a lifeline Fuck up with all of your guidelines I'm headed to primetime Fuck what you saying, I'm squeezing the seconds up out of my timeline Squeezing the seconds, ain't squeezing no triggers But fuck with the fam, that's the end of your picture Mask off, pull fast, toe tag, case closed Fuck with them, you fuck with me, remember that's the way it goes Mind over matter, mind is on the fritz So everything that used to matter doesn't really mean shit The sentiment is ever-present when I hold the middle finger Me against the world until the heaven hit me with subpoena Shackles on my mental 'bouta break Here 'til infinity, lotta cake Serendipity, got a lotta faith But faith ain't shit when your future mad trivial Tryna see the days where good fortune be perennial Lately ain't a damn thing hitting but the stereo Lately ain't a damn thing hitting but the stereo So it's kamikaze, letting off the automatic Talking down upon me but you working with a lot of static So your message ain't come through clear I might tuck a deuce-deuce if you come too near, uh Apologize to the ones that I'm hurting But I'm tired of the stress that's putting pressure on the curtain I'll be damned if I leave without a fight And I ain't 'bout the compromising just so I can be polite Fuck do you mean I ain't following guidelines I'm headed to primetime The fuck you be saying, I don't got the energy Call me a lifeline Fuck up with all of your guidelines I'm headed to primetime Fuck what you saying, I'm squeezing the seconds up out of my timeline