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[Verse 1] 28, that’s when Basquiat died 28, barely feelin' alive 28, days until the ride One month 'til we Told my niggas they should wait a minute The world gon' love me now or later, either way I'm winnin' People stay pretendin' and it drive me crazy my nigga The greatest ever or you crazy trippin' my nigga But now a nigga livid, a nigga livin', the picture vivid These OG's tellin' a nigga that they don’t fuckin remember You niggas cool, but you mad suspect When a beat get killed, why I'm always a suspect My apologies I ain't know I be this late But I ain't felt this fuckin' cold since The Sicktape Wrap my issues up in swishers, take a drag of them Me and Mr. Music in the stu, back at it again Dust off all these mops and all they mint-conditioned packaging And open up and go for it nigga I been practicin' Uh, this the cleanest my flow ever been Bout to leave the Chi and bring it back a seventh ring Verses on lock snappin' like an old key ;til the hoes blow me like Derrick Rose knee huh? God willing I gotta feeling I'm getting close Niggas who patient shootin' jumpers get em in the most Niggas hatin' while I act so lenient I don’t really even hear them, they just background singers God save any nigga go to war with us That’s a sinking ship full of hoes like a tour bus I can see why I got girls from out of state obsessin Light skin and fly, clutch under pressure I'm the type that break the rules and then ignore the lecture My song belong on walls, in homes of art collectors Yeah, I really hope you niggas feel this And feel me when I say the goal is fillin' up arena's Take that how you will, you was better in the offseason I been killing everything, all season All-city, all-state, all-rhyming Best of all I forgot it like Alzeheimer's Yeah, that’s just how I does it Solo, imagine how it would be with a budget? Wow, or how it could be if it wasn’t Nothing but some wack rappers in this industry that’s buzzin So fuck the world from the back, ya'll don’t see my on a track like I'm clear runnin' a lap nigga [Verse 2] I'm at a place in which I think was really meant for me And even though I don’t believe that anything is meant to be Mentally, I'm on this grandiose platform Seein visions, makin dreams, and closin' all the back doors No more shortcuts to these back roads Paved the path for a better life though So really there ain't nothin else for me to ask for Shit I'm here nigga started at the asphalt, ugh! Ridin' through my city could get shot They might not let you see another day like Pac I'm just dyin' to make it, cuz I believe in what I do Starrin' in the mirror ain't nobody standin' front of you You can feel it in your soul like preacher's in front of you It’s a god speakin' down in front of you Changin' lives is a job, I wake up and I go hard Cliché shit but fuck a broad, tryna take the crew abroad Man me and my niggas we just waitin' on the call But really I ain't waitin', I'm just workin' Hoes twerkin' And I'm certain these niggas closin' they curtains when they see me, they don’t see me, but they really bout to feel me Pause! Bitches out they bras Ain't no fiction, ain't no crack whippin' Ain't no pistol poppin, ain't no wood grain grippin' Just a real nigga listen You into false hopes, you ain't even know it, but admit it I'm into smokin weed, rappin' off the top, and makin history No ceilin unless the fuckin ceilin' is the Sistine It's like god everytime I do a 16 I'm like god everytime I do 16 god, 28 Sorry if im late 28 Tell them niggas that I'm sorry that I'm late