TIMELINE Lyrics

They said I'd never make it back

And they was right

I'm tryna make it out

Let me take it back in time before I wrote a song or line

The days when I ain't worried bout the dotted lines or dollar signs

Back when I ain't worried bout the snakes but these hoes serpentine

Now I'm doin me on all these WAV's, ain't talking waterlines

I'm talking bout the times when I would find the track and run on the beat

Get done by nine and if it's fine with mom- I'm running the street

But she ain't knowing all the stuff that I would do that I sneaked

I'm talking bitches, sigs with switches, out at parties til three

Those were the simpler times

When I wrote simpler lines

Didn't care about nobody but myself, I ain't lying

Never gave my family memories except lots of crying

But now I realize family matters, take it back to '89

Just like the TV show, an easy road

I could've took that street but no

I chose to take the harder road, a chain reaction dominos

The fame we lacking, vamanos

We speeding it up- DFox or Rose

We lighting the beam and inviting the hoes

Inciting a scene, but providing a show

I'm bringing real rap back, this ain't that fake trap rap

Yeah I know that shit be real but those involved with it cap

I highly doubt you fucks have ever seen or held up twenty packs

Or been addicted to some shit- yeah, I was popping em back

These songs I mix it, make a hit, and then I drop em like a screen that got cracked

I never lack, I keep the three-two on my back like I'm KAT

I'll shoot from anywhere and if I'm getting board I put-back

Because I knew that I'm that dude and y'all just sat there and laughed

But who's laughing now, bitches

You all got alcoholism

While I'm out here getting head, this girl deepthroat it like Pistons

If the block is lookin hot, don't follow twelve like the Christians

Ain't no disciple of the Bible cuz my story ain't written

I'm an author and a monster writing flows so atrociously

That just go so ferociously, that this all that they know from me

Maybe this shit's my destiny, maybe all I'm supposed to be

This ain't what my mom hoped for me

Smoking weed like I'm a hippie but now it's properly dosed for me

Feeling hope more than hopefully, all y'all hoes got to go for me

Make em choke and get the rope more importantly

Send these bros to the Lord for me, squash the beef like a gourd for me

And if you think your bitch a good girl- turn her into a whore for me

Yeah, she like to take it deep like she is Damian on PG from three

And I got no love to give to those who extorting me

I stay connected to the streets directly like an IV

Just look at me, ain't no one stopping me

Ain't nobody stopping me now

We pack it, grind the weed down

Don't play with me, no Wii now

You old news bitch, you senile

This off of the dome, a freestyle

Been locked in my home, but meanwhile

I'm writing alone, all me now

I'm back on my throne

A king now of the 808 basses as I be hitting these stages

Got like thirty bitches standing in the front showing faces

And if you still think I ain't shit- then just rewind this and play it

Because I'm better than ever, I drew the line and y'all traced it

Y'all thought I changed

Nah, the world changed me

No two paths are linear

So pick yours