25 (Freestyle) Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

Yeah, yeah, (one:02pm) yeah, (on a Friday after noon) yeah yeah

Yeah, yeah, yuck

Too busy running it up (yup), double brown all in my cup

Double OT all to pay for the studio session, exhausted ain't apt enough

I truly don't think that I rap enough (no), and lately I don't even laugh enough (no)

I was just down on my luck and down bad in some DMs now she tryna back it up (back it up back it up)

I'm finna run up some commas (yup), I'm tryna run up these digits

Ran through these bottles and played with some models and wonder how I burnt my bridges

Ballin' in Brooklyn like Bridges, I was just Uptown like Jim Jones

Making them plays off of Signal, I really hope that I get home

None of my people respond to my calls anymore, I don't know what I did wrong

Maybe I acted too extra or played with em too much, like how did that shit go? (go)

Know how it go when the bread low, know how it get when the crib cold

Anything everything become transactional, factually speaking my heart cold

I miss the friends that I lost, opportunity cost from decisions that went wrong (shit)

I miss the days you would call up my phone on some cool shit like"what we gon' get on?"

I used to cut til my wrist gone, now I'm gon' flex til they pissed off

Know I can sleep when I'm dead if it ain't bout some bread it ain't shit that I been on (nah)

Too busy running it up (yup), how am I still feeling broken?

Pour out my heart on these songs but I'm misusing substance to mask my emotion

I guess I'll go with the motion, hit up my girl for the movements (yo what you doing?)

Sobriety eyeing me can't even lie man I guess I'm just tired of toasting (cheers!)

Tired of these nights that I can't remember, I'm tryna have days that I can't forget (for real)

Remind myself I'm only 25 (what?), like really I ain't even started yet

Call up my fam to get balanced out, call up accountant to balance checks

What would you do if you can't pay your rent if you eat but they queuing to hear your set? (Yeah)

Stuck in between I been balling and broken and stuck between grabbing a rope and some hope

Stuck in between punching clocks or the block, bowling green and some baggies that's filled up with dope

Where I'm going? Like I don't know, only time I'm happy when I'm playing shows

And I'm tryna be more honest now, 'cause that's all I got when the book is closed