Yeah, nowadays forever seems shorter than ever
Time flies and the days land closer together
When you the pilot, you ain't got no time to vibe with all the other people riding
When you see them hi and bye, trying to be flyer than guys I ride and rock with
I'm locked in with the pilots in my cockpit
Ain't worried about the optics
But if we talking profits, that's a different topic
Probably got a little clock on the chain
The way these niggas out here pocket watching
I guess if yours ain't popping, that's the only option
And far as opinions, we know you got some
But I would rather read the room than read the reviews
Cause ain't no fans left, they all making beats on computers
Out of the loops, I'm out for the loot
Sorta bird brained for chicken right out of the coop
Might triple my money like down goose
Scratchin' my head, how they gon' knock the crown loose
A field goal is cool if you down two
But we need multiple possessions just to catch up
So we lose like the Browns do
My brown hue might be top rank pound for pound too
Probably feel my first punch line around round two
Dream of being filthy
But maybe I'm just wishy-washy
Just don't send me no f*ckin' invitations to your pity party
Cause I'll be really tardy, learned to protect
My peace of mind caught me speeding, had to redefine
I was on 10, ain't been moving as fast since
Had a tense pass in the past tense
See all the details magnified in the glass lens
Took this life damage and as is
And I take advice from the has-beens
When they down on they last cents
Cause they tell a story with passion
On how they let that glory get past them
I figured out a way to outlast them
It's what you do with the checks right after you cash them
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Yeah, nowadays forever seems shorter than ever
Time flies and the days land closer together
When you the pilot, you ain't got no time to vibe with all the other people riding
When you see them hi and bye, trying to be flyer than guys I ride and rock with
I'm locked in with the pilots in my cockpit
Ain't worried about the optics
But if we talking profits, that's a different topic
Probably got a little clock on the chain
The way these niggas out here pocket watching
I guess if yours ain't popping, that's the only option
And far as opinions, we know you got some
But I would rather read the room than read the reviews
Cause ain't no fans left, they all making beats on computers
Out of the loops, I'm out for the loot
Sorta bird brained for chicken right out of the coop
Might triple my money like down goose
Scratchin' my head, how they gon' knock the crown loose
A field goal is cool if you down two
But we need multiple possessions just to catch up
So we lose like the Browns do
My brown hue might be top rank pound for pound too
Probably feel my first punch line around round two
Dream of being filthy
But maybe I'm just wishy-washy
Just don't send me no f*ckin' invitations to your pity party
Cause I'll be really tardy, learned to protect
My peace of mind caught me speeding, had to redefine
I was on 10, ain't been moving as fast since
Had a tense pass in the past tense
See all the details magnified in the glass lens
Took this life damage and as is
And I take advice from the has-beens
When they down on they last cents
Cause they tell a story with passion
On how they let that glory get past them
I figured out a way to outlast them
It's what you do with the checks right after you cash them
Time flies and the days land closer together
When you the pilot, you ain't got no time to vibe with all the other people riding
When you see them hi and bye, trying to be flyer than guys I ride and rock with
I'm locked in with the pilots in my cockpit
Ain't worried about the optics
But if we talking profits, that's a different topic
Probably got a little clock on the chain
The way these niggas out here pocket watching
I guess if yours ain't popping, that's the only option
And far as opinions, we know you got some
But I would rather read the room than read the reviews
Cause ain't no fans left, they all making beats on computers
Out of the loops, I'm out for the loot
Sorta bird brained for chicken right out of the coop
Might triple my money like down goose
Scratchin' my head, how they gon' knock the crown loose
A field goal is cool if you down two
But we need multiple possessions just to catch up
So we lose like the Browns do
My brown hue might be top rank pound for pound too
Probably feel my first punch line around round two
Dream of being filthy
But maybe I'm just wishy-washy
Just don't send me no f*ckin' invitations to your pity party
Cause I'll be really tardy, learned to protect
My peace of mind caught me speeding, had to redefine
I was on 10, ain't been moving as fast since
Had a tense pass in the past tense
See all the details magnified in the glass lens
Took this life damage and as is
And I take advice from the has-beens
When they down on they last cents
Cause they tell a story with passion
On how they let that glory get past them
I figured out a way to outlast them
It's what you do with the checks right after you cash them
Writer: Maliek Washington
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