11/12, Pt. 3

I said it's time to get some new clothes Yeaaahh Time to get some new clothes So I can shoot a vid in my old shit New flows Got em on the way I'm just clearing out my head As I'm stacking up my pape I'm just putting my cape Till my problem I escape Keep it rolling like I skate Uh I ain't dying for no Bape I'm just trying to innovate Figured that I renovate Million dollar dreams Million dollar schemes I create Always cleaned my plate Also shoutout to my mom Always made sure that we ate Never tried to lead us wrong Had to put that in a song I ain't even type this Had to really write this Had to learn the prices Y'all can't sell me bullshit Y'all be on that Mike shit Always trying to bite shit Do you even write shit Ghetto rich like Jay Z Hold up Ghetto rich like Jay Z Public school made me Obama baby Class of twenty-nineteen And I ain't got no baby Uh But I ain't throwing shade though Couple of my niggas got kids And it's okay yo Life goes on man it is what it is Let's get this cake yo Every day I'm celebrating Just read the news that bro gon' make it Then I read the news that two were taken Please check on our Hold up I said Please check on our mental health Especially when our friends die yeah The pain gets buried inside yeah Got you staying outside yeah You don't wanna go home Too much fucking trauma there All of this I'm well aware But you gotta keep on going You can never stop Eyes on your path never on the clock Until it's time to go Do what you were born to do Aye Mine was making classic songs And I am simply warning you Already made a few Do you need a fucking list? That's okay just start with this Then you'll find the beauty in the fog Need an Encore now or never That's where you belong I won't ever let you down You know I got the Vision I have No Opposition Don't Glorify the crown I Try to Pass Em' down I Love what I do yeah I Love what I do I know you feel me now From the four one two Where I learned to flow My thoughts be out of range But somehow I still know Speaking Real $hit To get you through the storm I know that I'm different Life can leave you torn Get some Plans In Motion Niggas steady coasting While I'm steady grinding Working on my timing Not For Imitation Not from San Andreas Bitch I'm from the Burgh Where they barley play us No more hesitation Fixed my navigation F*ck procrastination Uh They don't even play real shit On the radio I don't really give a f*ck I got a shady flow And I got slim chances That I'll fucking make it But in the end I'ma still win Man I knew that shit since I was ten Uh Shoutout to my city man Shoutout to Demar Hamlin I had to do a lil longer song for y'all Cause there's too much going on Too much pain in the air But sometimes you gotta You gotta let it out Shit gon' be okay