Yo

This is the ascension when you're floating past your brink of time

Time is only something you can make up in your fucking mind

Mentally, I'm elevated, maybe cause I'm fucking high

Higher than the clouds up in the blanket that we call the sky

Don't you remember? We were younger, there were better times

Sacrificed it all so everyone could have some better rhymes

I ain't ready for my life, but I just ain't gonna waste it

Sick of wanting to instead of being on vacation

What's the point of fucking waking up and baking like your life isn't mistaken?

You want out? Then leave your fucking basement

I've already given three years of fucking patience

Dropping so much heat, somebody call the fire station

Aren't you a little too young to be moving out?

Aren't you a little too old to be running your mouth about my life, man?

Go home to that hoe that you call a wife, man

And let her take your money while you cry and whine, man

About a kid you don't know

Meanwhile, your heifer somewhere with some men, they tryna snort blow

She getting plowed, homie, you got nowhere to go

But I do, so get the fuck out the road and let me

I ain't coming back home

I got the message and the time, not the ones on my phone

I got some homies waiting on me and they trying to smoke

Drive up to the gas station 'cause I'm tryna get stoned

Buy a cart, then we hop back in the car and we bounce

Then we pull up to the plug and we copping an ounce

Now we got enough weed to last the whole weekend

When I get up on the mic, you know I'm fucking tweaking

I'm from Kentucky and I'm from the fucking east end

AKA one of the brokest places in the nation

All my friends are having babies, being slaves in operation

I'm just tryna find a way to break the wave of this location

If I don't, then it's whatever, I will move across the states if it meant I got the chance to be great

That's on my squad, homie

Yeah

That's on my squad, homie

Yeah

That's on my squad, homie

Yeah

That's on my squad, homie

Yeah