What’s good, bro?
So you’re running back? Yeah.
One year later, bro.
It’s been a whole year. That’s been a whole year. Crazy.
Are you ready? Yes, sir.
Yeah.
Real people don’t talk.
They just do land eyes every time they even bust a move.
But the ears on for sale already.
Queuing up the next certain self in one knee and not the other.
I can already tell every action ain’t a favor. It’s.
And these lines where I get to explain.
Said I started from the middle. I was making tight.
Say, it’s been a minute since I took a little time to reflect.
These days I can barely get a hold of my breath.
And all I expect is a little honest respect.
Seems decency can only be so common.
I guess these motherfuckers fake nice till it’s time to collect.
See, if you ask me for a hand,
I’ll give an arm and a leg.
See, I was raised with unconditional love for my brotherhood.
A fatherless generation knows how to treat mothers good.
When I’m alone, think about how to write on my wrongs.
I pull up my phone to reflect.
When I’m out of my songs, we vent so we feel some resolve.
Pretend we ain’t living a lie?
Breathe in? Countless problems aside,
breathe out. But I’m up to the sky.
That’s crazy, bro.
Is that good? Yeah.