530 Hours (18) Lyrics

Seeing sounds and smelling colors

It's 6:01 in the morning

Where'd the hours go

(Although I can't smell nothing)

Five hours and thirty minutes

Or 530 hours I couldn't tell you the difference

I'm catching up tho shawty

But why my Uber lady had yo name with an a on the end

Shit is crazy like

This a crazy life

In my dream

Some lady said look for the leviosa not the leviosa but with yo last name

So I guess we getting closer

Then I woke up

Like what the fuck am I posed to do

But stroke my pen on the page

The ink is spilling over

Like it's going through

Like all this egg nog and ice cream I been eating

Shit I ain't even gon start

I ain't even gone go there

But just know it ain't no reason

(For me to be on the toilet trimming pounds like nose-hairs)

Alright alright alright

Don't nobody wanna hear all that

You know when people say they want honesty

They only want what they feel like they can handle

Don't nobody wanna hear all that my brother

Nobody wanna hear all that

Everytime she see me my mom be tryna post me on her story

Dawg I'm fucking tired of these corhees

Like how you on ig more than me

And please don't nobody act like you been supporting me

If you support me then it's surely

But if your ego talk trust me I'll kill it

On Jason Vorhees

And I know I'm the coldest, the illest, the sickest

And can't no medicine cure me so I make you do the healing

I'm a bee sting different

Why she said she got a bee problem in her crib

It's a nest but I saw the "bee"

I said this shit is a wasp

That's different

And all of you is my sons my children

Tryna do what I do before I invent it

Give it a second

I'll show you how to do it right

Make the tracks real nice you know the soothing type

But it's alright

The shit keep me on my toes tho

They tryna copy my style

They can't copy the

No homo y'all on y'all pogo

Tryna ride the wave

Make your own hoe

John said that I should put myself in a box

Now why the fuck would I put myself in a box

When I am the box

Yeah nigga Roddy got rich off me

How? Cause I been the box

And don't no niggas get inside me or under my skin I'm really him

Naz said I should really drop a single

Fuck a single bitch I'm really hot

I considered dropping both tapes on the same day

I just wonder who won't give me props

Man these niggas wish a lot

I just spit a lot

Shit a lot like I need some lactaid

These biggie plops

Mansa Musa the richest man to ever live

Died on a boat cause he took all of his Gold with him