1997 (Nineteen Ninety-Seven) - Antidote Beats

My mama had said I was greatest, comin out early but stayed in the latest Sipping this drink till I'm faded Slowing these thoughts like I'm in the matrix I was the man, my trophies would tell Curfew 11, got locked up at 12 Stayed up all night watching kenan and kel I fucked with some niggas I knew they would tell I'm tryna get at what's mine Nigga, I buried my pops at 9 That was my dawg, that was a sign Can't see his face, wasnt no time I came up off of da Marta That's when I realized its time to go harder I do this shit for my father I learned from the streets, but I ain't no scholar Shoutout to my nigga Ben Little did I know, that this was the end I pour up to cover my sins Then I pray to the lord that I see you again I couldn't focus in school I flunked outta college, that shit wasn't cool Mama said I was a fool I was like fuck it, I gotta move I had to turn to these hoes Then ended up played that's just how it goes I fell in love with the dro It eases my mind, got shit movin slow I got it straight from Atlanta Where we put jolly ranchers all in yo Fanta I got mo gifts than Santa We wit the gang, but ain't no bandanas And imma cover the streets She fucked up if she in my sheets I got big crank on the beat I gotta shout out the fam Love forever and after Welcome to my life story It's time to open the chapter My mama had said I was greatest, comin out early but stayed in the latest Sipping this drink till I'm faded Slowing these thoughts like I'm in the matrix I was the man, my trophies would tell Curfew 11, got locked up at 12 Stayed up all night watching kenan and kel I fucked with some niggas I knew they would tell

(I know somethings that I don't know) (This is serious) G-yeah, ugh! (this is) I'm from back in the days, ash in the train Kush so loud, I can't feel my face So far gone I think I am Drake No, I am not, I am Pae I pay my dues, real niggas can relate All my niggas rich, so what we conversate All my niggas rich, so what we conversate I said all ma niggas rich, so what we conversate We talk about things that you love to hate The holidays, the Miami Dubai they no dey high I no dey like the place (no!) Dubai they no dey high I no dey like the place (no!) The only high be skydive, which kind high be this? High be skydive, which kind high be this? (High be this, way up) High be skydive, which kind high be this? (Way up) High be skydive, which kind high be this? Champagne for the pain if you know what I'm saying The high is for the Lord, and I've been in that basement Every day, we make money, we make money All you do is talk money, you talk money Pretty girls say we get game buh we still dey play Hello Every flow we tryna take you back, back to the fact Back to the fact while we rap Back to the '90s, back to the pele pele Gs Back to the white tees I'm talkin' white baggy tees, back to the walees This is hip hop and is your boy on the microphone This is it, like they wanna leave Mike alone The key to success, I'm sure is on the xylophone Play a part, but make sure you don't dance alone Yes, yes, you know our game plan Smoke trees get money errday is the same sun You win some and some lost ones I'm the God son, shoutout Nasty Nas, I'm the core fan Look, look, now look at chu You mess your now up, and you did your future too Future look bright, bright, bright, that the Sky's blue Your future look just like Jay-Z's Ivy blue What happened to you? Champagne for the pain if you know what I'm saying The high is for the Lord, and I've been in that basement Every day, we make money, we make money All you do is talk money, talk money Pretty girls say we got game buh we still dey play Hello Hello Every day, we make money, we make money All you do is talk money, talk money Pretty girls say we got game buh we still dey play Hello