eighteen Lyrics

Tell me who really gon' care for me

Got a whole lotta weight on my shoulder

Like bags filled with boulders, got bricks in my Jansport

Just tryna reinvent, tryna transform

Cause if I miss my chance to be up making bands

Tell me what was the death of my mans for

I'm invested in everything that they not

That's why I'm getting all that I planned for

Real talk, when I'm on the Billboard

You gon' know that I probably killed for it

And I'm not talking selling my soul for a deal

I mean, I put my blood sweat and tears on it

I been going through pain, tryna let that shit out on the music

Just so I can heal on it

Motherfuckers they couldn't understand if they tried

That's why I try to give em a feel for it

That's why I try to make 'em understand, swear I can't stand

Motherfuckers asking to go band for band

I might reprimand any man with this backhand

That's a fact, and the stage not the only place I make shit clap

Fuck around, I might push ya shit back

My state not the only place that I plan on putting on the fucking map

Now that I finally hit me that one-eight

With these flows imma open the floodgates, been a mogul since 13

Aiming this tech outta windows, looking like a young Gates

And it's crazy that they tryna duck me when this shit get sticky, looking like some duct tape

If it's smoke in the air, I might really get charged up

But I'm still screaming fuck vape, fuck a pump fake

I was up late on my grind, while mfs slumped the whole time tryna let they phone update

Porcelain plates in my pantry that I roll my dope on

I hope they don't ever break

Man, I hope that I don't ever lose my vision

Long Live Jay"The Mission Man", we on a mission for him

Fuck what they say, told em stop tripping

Only 18 and we still winning