Autumn 09 Lyrics

Check, check, one, two, one, two

Yours truly, yours truly

If they don't welcome you to the crib, you gotta welcome yourself to the crib

Talk about some hi

Hello

My name is Quintrel Lenore

Look

Excuse me, I'm seeing doubles

Double blessings, don't pop my bubble

Like 2020, my hindsight is not the trouble

We love to, give it up a little

Don't play the fiddle

Playing with God, ain't no game, boy

Don't treat it subtle

Rope a dope tight flow

Rumble, young man, rumble

King James and his son, they on the same court, same jerseys

Some miracles came early

Of course, if 20 years is early, who gon' have the patience

Fouling like they flagrant

Cooking up degrees

I can smell the fragrance

Pinot noir, filet mignon, or the tartar

See, that's an Escobar bar

Boy, I ain't that hot

I'm humbly not a star, boo

I'm just a conduit

A vessel for the water, just to float through it

If being broke make us rich, no wonder they blow through it

I'm trying to sow this in my kids so they can grow the movement

Show them how to live

When life is so confusing and it's colder than the fridge

sometimes they shoulders do it

When that bolder is kind of big, then faith is how you move it

I love God

I pray to God, but sometimes he just don't do it

I shed tears

I gotta mourn

Like, how am I going through it

Like, Lord, what's going on

Can you help me through it

See, back in autumn of 2009, I prayed that God would make my

future plans synchronize and excess get minimized

When you pray those prayers in the moment, you don't realize

that real pain that will arise and your friends won't come around

We see pyramids and wonder why they stand high

but don't ponder about the sarcophagus that's buried underground

Life is short

Ain't no guarantees new days gon' come around

So I'm learning how to die to my ways to get the crown

Don't bury me with gold

I get the gold when in the clouds

If the culture is a herd, I'm black sheep and in the crowd

You left in 99 to get the one that ain't around

To anyone that's all alone, He know exactly how you feel

It's testimony season, testimony season

It's hard to conceptualize exactly what I'm meeting

I heard a thousand sermons, can't pretend like I don't need it

Wish I had a thousand friends, at least one to help with grieving

If there's a God, I wonder why he don't never see this

And if he does, why he never come down to intercede it

Look, I ain't write this for myself

This is for whoever need it

Even your pain has purpose

If you leave it, then believe Him