Travis Thompson, Jake One and Logic - 81

Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uh-huh)
Until I'm eighty-one, this shit outta pocket (yeah)

You want the real? You gon' get it
I'm shooting films, they extended (uh-huh
Giving life Kama Sutra
I know they'd kill for position (they'd kill for it)
Stacking bills independent
And being willfully ignorant (fuck y'all)
I hold grudges 'cause they free
It's gon' always be tension
With everyone who said they had my back and then just ran off (pussy)
Ate my momma cooking, act like family, I can't stand y'all
Had the vision since thirteen like Willie Randploh (uh-huh)
Can't slow up, it's people that we started with we can't call
Telling bitches, "Hands off, your finger's way too grubby" (get off of me)
Said you don't do pink and you don't like 'em chubby
Yeah, I've heard that, ark the whip and curb tap
Say it's off the dome but we can tell that you rehearsed that (you rehearsed that shit)
Never bought a Birk' bag, if I ever do please murk Trav (kill me)
So deep in my duffel, TSA gon' wanna search that, yeah
I'm the cleanest lil' genius they would classify a dirtbag (I don't like that guy)
Flannel on like fuck 'em, brought the energy of Kurt back
Wait, whoa, whoa (you can't do that)
Hating? Tell 'em go croak
Working on my own strain
I don't lie or blow smoke
Ain't booked it's a no-go (nah)
Captain got a boatload
Grew up on Menudo, skating, running from the cholos (get 'em, get 'em, get 'em)
Real shit

Want a piece? I tell 'em take you some
(And if you want somethin' in this world)
'Cause they run the world, we make it run (you gotta take it)
(Can't stand around complacent)
Made a little, I ain't made enough
Wilding since a youngin', be the same until I'm eighty-one

Want a piece? I tell 'em take you some (the world don't owe you shit)
'Cause they run the world, we make it run (you gotta fuckin' take it, man)
Made a little, I ain't made enough (gotta have that killer mentality)
Wilding since a youngin', be the same until I'm eighty-one

Do what you love from the heart and fuck all the bullshit
I ain't finna look back on my life and regret
Been in love with music since the day that we met
Ready, set, get it
Since '90 I've been committed 'til eighty-one, who fucking with it?
Coasting, LA to New York, no, I ain't boasting
I got albums in the chamber, these rappers is all in danger
The Messiah like I was born in a manger
Sp 1200 beats in abundance
You scared to grow, your talent is stunted
I give it to whoever want it, Malibu's most blunted
I'm rhyming for not a reason (don't be hatin')
Fuck appeasing to the people
Living life to the fullest like ain't no sequel
'Cause it might not be so, rock with me
Ink on the page, every day I feel my age
I'm only thirty-three, that's forty-eight to go
A lot more to do, a lot more to see
If I had advice to give it probably be
Do yourself and never try to be someone in the mirror that they can't see
But what do I know? I'm just reflecting
Straight to the heart like a lethal injection
Behind bars like corrections
Lay down the law with no objection
Fucking with me you gon' need witness protection, whoa

Want a piece? I tell 'em take you some (nobody owes you)
'Cause they run the world, we make it run (a damn thing)
Made a little, I ain't made enough
Wilding since a youngin', be the same until I'm eighty-one
(Handouts, gimme this, gimme that)

Want a piece? I tell 'em take you some (ain't no fuckin' handouts)
'Cause they run the world, we make it run (you gotta put the fuckin' work in)
Made a little, I ain't made enough
Wilding since a youngin', be the same until I'm eighty-one

And then sometimes you gottta fuckin' take shit, man
Fuckin' snatch that shit, take that shit, go for it

Written by:
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II, Travis Thompson

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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