Questions/GAM Lyrics

Well I'll be damned

If it ain't Spectr

They thought they knew me but I didn't

That's why I walked in steps and shadows

That I rarely knew what I was doing

But I barely ever fit in

The Albert in Levi's, I never had no trouble

Building rep but scared

I'd be a replication of an image

Feeling different, opportunities for skipping

Never let my canvas get a blemish

I'd wipe away my chances 'fore I lose the folks

I've come to 'preciate 'cause you gon' need some love

Inside this lively prison

My name is

Vision was blurry with saturated imaginations

Of the late 2000s in a dream

The goal was plenty simple: have your fun

Jump and run it into the soil

We was niggas not worried bout nan thing

Nicholas started this from YLK

To Davon and biting the static noise

Fuck if I was a youngin

My nigga, them was my boys

Then Eman and Gman

Not a storybook that could tell it

Less your pen was powerful enough

To overwrite with poise

Pressed on ahead, attracting the shawties

Pushing for more

Right where I met JB, clueless

Not knowing what's in store

I'm out of my element, I never been here before

But I ain't know then like I know now

That place was worth the explore

What'd he lose? You come back when you got the word

I tried my best to retain it all like a mockingbird

Replay the moments I witnessed, tame and too absurd

And recall all the moments words altered me

Or so I've heard

Ok, what's the best option

Blue and gold genies

What you got for me? A mansion worth 9090 benjis

Big melanated only fresher by the many

Fully semi's

Not no preciousness shared with any of memory

Many promises, but not one more solid than ends

Acknowledged it at such an early stage

Now, my role is living in timelessness

Heart is going too quickly

Mind is going to get emptied

This is tricky

Yea I know it, if failure and stress eloping

I'm crashing the fucking wedding, rolling Sawyer

Getting petals of roses stuck in they noses

A thorn in my back, it's prickly

Treating folks not so friendly

This is tricky

Nah, fuck that shit, fuck that shit

Dead that shit, bunk that shit

Clench that fist, sense that twitch

This ain't it, this ain't it

This is not it, I'm on ten

I'm on ten

You on some bull- bullshit

I'm on ten

Ah, and if you gotta couple things around the crib

That need cleaning, I'm the nigga that you need

Errands and anything under the sun, I'm the one

I'll even give up on this sack of weed

But maybe not the next

All your commands, I will heed

Just please please please, give me something I can work with

Hell, this wordsmith's words can split if that's the ticket

Lemme borrow the keys

Now, if I said doing one good deed

Can get you one step closer to Heaven, would you agree

Would you hear it as doing good deeds

Being beneficial to being accepted into Heaven

Or would you hear it as doing good deeds

Being detrimental in this world we live in, so much so

That it could potentially remove you from it prematurely

Penned by Uncle Rodney

You are my one and only man

The blue skies are gray

The 30 ball is closer today

Years passed, we ain't getting back Cayde

I'm getting paid but still I need some more pay

I gave my all for Bishop, checked my mate out the spot

The Mickeys and the Midnites, tried to make up for probs

The blame I self proclaim, like my previous ribs

The bond would never work, there ain't no fault left to give

I'd call a spade a spade but I don't know how I'll change

Could Dub go back to senseless shit or bask and remain

Procrastination is my biggest weakness of all

So hopefully, I'll take my time before I stumble and fall

Back then, I saw ten percent

Tip tapping on the floor, didn't know where my vision went

What'd he lose when he gained, it's that simple and plain

The early stages ain't gon' run when they can stand in the rain

I lived so I felt so I know

I lived so I felt so I know

I lived so I felt so I know

I lived so I felt so I know

Lose, lose

What'd he lose

Lose, lose

What'd he lose