Back Nine (feat. Billie Mitchell)

Back nine Back nine proper Still got more surface to cover like Rich Sherman in deep thirds The worlds a large operation I'm an emerging surgeon What I predict is my light is something to paste in Squeeze the riches from my lemonade Billie sing the lullaby Yeah, it's a holiday A day above the soil, wealth Grow a stem we getting paid More life More pain More lines More shade and grow I escalade above the sky I slide a five for gas we past disguise I write my life, my greatest prize But since Aich been the man shit I hate the rise Something gotta change Something gotta change some way somehow Some way somehow Something gotta change Something gotta change some way somehow Some way somehow I ain't a killer but, don't test my suburban You drive some pistons towards Benny I'll go for certain I wonder if we born pure or mature as we living I wild out on my best days I learn it from something I fell victim to the backseat cages My wrist constricted still scribble these journal pages As a star I see red and blue lights Fireworks glow up the night It changes when the strobes become your moment of patience You heart stops and this life goes Tend to see how friends become your Alpos Jealousy and envy lurking outdoors Lack of authenticity that going out shows I'm still showing out Smiles round the clock all 12 hoe Middle finger up fuck 12 hoe At 12, rocking shelltoes Fire round my gifts Shit, I'm Elmo I never take a lose that's an elbow I fight back my lessons more than well known Lessons on Lessons Hold up man I'm gifted Series of unfortunate moments I wrote a Snicket, a record Twist it This for those that listen don't ever miss it This penship mean so much to me this shit forever Christmas Something gotta change Something gotta change some way somehow Some way somehow Something gotta change Something gotta change some way somehow Some way somehow