4 Years Later Lyrics

Tryna be humble, tryna be happy

I wish that for one day, I could make it rappin

My thoughts keep buzzin, like bees in my head

Give me a plaque to see 'fore I'm dead

Makin' a remix to seven Years Old

My terrible life starts, 11 years old

Not 'till this year, I escaped out from it

But I'm stuck in the past, I need to rise from above it

Not talkin' bout home life, or even a girl

I was a target, was me vs. the world

I'm scarred for life, I would come home and cry

How could I think, why am I alive?

Imagine yourself, 11, and thinkin' that

Got all the death threats; Why? Cuz I was fat

No reason to bully, I'll always remember

I could not wait 'till the end of December

But that is the motive, that is the drive

I'm so happy, Thank God, that I am alive!

Music's my outlet, I'll record a rap

I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't rap

Maybe therapy, or even be dead

My head would explode

These thoughts in my head always be goin' up, never be goin' down

All the fake friends startin' to turn around

Tell me you hate me, I love to see it

Tell me you feel bad, well, I have to be it

Last year was bad, but this year is worse

The next NF?

No, I am the first TT 17, put that on my grave

He's just a white boy, his bars are insane!

He's goin' deep, look at him go!

But I hope that one day, I'll put on a show

Put on a show, and I'm pourin' my heart out

Long way to go, and I guess that road starts now

It's time to fold, go, put your cards down

I will get the fame, and I guess that's not far now

But shoutout my boys, shoutout my girls

They'll always be there, it does mean the world

Like, I'll get upset, and I'll pick up my phone

And text one of them so I don't feel alone!

Textin' up Marcos, or textin' up Joe, Ani, or Daniel

I know they will save me from my depression, I don't wanna fall!

Those are the real ones, pick up when I call!

Pick up the phone (pick up the phone)

I will never carpool, I'm drivin' alone

Blastin' up my songs, especially 'Outro

I thought that was good, look at me now, though

Look at me now, look what I'm doin

Don't say that your with me, you not with the movement

I will make it big, but I don't want fans

(Cus they think that they do, but they don't understand!)

No, they really don't, they just know my name

They don't know me well, or know 'bout the pain it took me my whole life to get on a stage

Autobiography, rip off a page

Let's go to the first one, 2003

It's crazy to think no one's hatin' on me!

In 2010, I was seven years old

Let's take it back to seven years old

My biggest concern was baseball cards

I didn't think I'd make it this far

TT17, that wasn't a thing

I didn't know that I could sing

I was just livin' a normal kids life

Not even thinkin- Who's 'gon be my wife?

I was so happy, I was well liked

Didn't even know how to ride a bike

I didn't think I'd make it to this day

Long Way To Go, first night, I hit 1K

All of my haters started to let this play

If you don't get it, I'll show you it this way

I'll show you it now, I'll show how I'm doin

If you subscribed, then you're part of the movement

I'm gettin' these nights, I hate all these nights- got page therapy

Cryin' till it's light

Sometimes, I'll sit down, and I'll think to myself

Should I just quit for my own mental health?

Sometimes rappin' takes a toll on me, because it's unlockin' all these deep memories

Like, I'm sure you all know, middle school was bad

I was the fat kid, and my life was sad

You don't know how that felt, but that's motivation

Music's my outlet, now get my frustration!

I'm up every night, but Mom doesn't know that I write till I cry

But I not show that I was depressed, but I'm okay now

I gained some respect, and I think I know how

Yeah, I begged for my friends to listen to me!

Long Way To Go, and I got lots of streams

I remember that night, everybody loved me

Fast forward next week, and they hatin' on me!

But that's just a glimpse of how my life's been

I finished that album, distrokid, hit send

I felt so proud, but nobody cared!

Not one single pre-save, no love in the air!

I know that I'll get fame the next seven years

I know that I'll love the next seven years

And I know that I'll cry for the next seven years

But I'm writin' and rappin' for all of my years

But I'm writin' and rappin' for all of my years

Yeah, I'm writin' and rappin' for all of my years

For all of my years

Yeah, I'm writin' and rappin, I'm writin' and rappin' for all of my years