Allen Vice - 2016! (feat. SB Austin)
Remember smoking on squares first time at the airport
Anxiety scared your boy
KY out to LA
Hollywood probably shouldn't call you on the tele
Homesick grown nigga anti
Everything anti social
A young bedroom mogul
Big house in the hills
4 floors and pool
Still cooling in the bedroom focused
I'm not a celeb
I'm an artist
And the greatest like my father had said
Local shows break an arm and a leg
20 people in the room now I'm all in my head
But you can't get it confused it's a part of the plan
Overnight stars shoot across the moon that's true
But most times just a flash in the pan
Most times need a planted foundation to stand
And a safety mat down for the falls
Because you gone fall
As long as you can get up and walk
Brush It off
You can stick those landings
Yeah
Make a plan out of disadvantages whole time been Anakin
Back from cali just to tally the damage and vanish
Once again
100 zips couple acid trips
What is this
This is
More Martin Luther
Than karma sutra
It's common shooter
Lungs full of pollution
So don't ask me why my hoodie stinks
Red eyes around my Granny now
Remember wearing my big brother
Old hand me downs
Watch you hand me
Hand to hand 20 grams
I need a Grammy
This is for the family
Like 2016
Senior on a big stage
Momma made a big scene
In pants that couldn't fit me
Walking with something slight
Ass'll make ya head do a 360
Damn 2016
Oh how I miss you
Like my first kiss
Maybe like the first miss
My dick hit rock bottom
Still climbing out a pit into a throne
400 thread count that's cotton
100,000 square foot home
A nigga can dream right
Yea a nigga can dream right
Just a antisocial nigga that eat mics
Smoke spliffs and delete hype
Motherfucker we tight
Written by:
Myles Brock
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