[ Featuring Quelle Chris ]
Well in my younger days it used to be a drag.
Odd ball out old rpgs and Apple Jacks still to this day the outfits that ain't got to match.
A gang of lady friends that I aint have to smash.
My shoulders still like boulders from the recoil.
Shit was madness he had to rehab.
Then tried to recoup the coup just to rehash.
Quelle with them same okie dooks again.
Been running from since them brick Nokias was in.
Been catch messages from the ancestors said don't set yourself to repeat.
Repeat low peaks. Top shelf.
Bail bonds back seats.
Surf sports low weight no keeps.
Black fades cracked jade repeat.
Repeat repeat
Feedbacks echos sometimes you gotta let it end and let go.
Don't just try to see the win. Be the win.
Used to try to skate around tip toe.
How you lie to ya self. Can't bro.
Achilles heels head hearts to the ankles.
Trying to turn these bad thoughts into bank rolls.
I been bout that me and mine since Ricky lake hosted.
They ain't really let me in just left the gate open.
It's hard you gotta see ya self you wanna be ya self.
Yet reflections and perceptions hardly eye to eye.
On leveled shelf. Caught that message from somebody else.
That's been my nigga.
This ain't over night that scope of life is plenty bigger.
Ain't got time for riding on your vibe.
Gone have a nigga stuck on repeat
