Ever since 16,
I wanted to be the king
It's just the kind of shit
that you ought to keep in
In the presence of the culture,
it's the merits or the slings and the arrows
In the end,
you've been acting so shallow
Oh yeah, that was my intent
Sick of playing it down,
I ain't playing around
If you got a problem, say it now
Cause they all about adventure,
but I'll be so conditioned
Victorian era rap kids feelin' miserable
I'd be seen or not, or just be seen with a
C
I'm straight outta creativity, and me?
I'm soundin' so jaded, I know
Maybe I need a ride home,
cause the way these nights go
Is just so immature,
only so hardcore
Defined by what you're not,
but what you are, you aren't sure
Talkin' bout tryin'
to keep your art pure
Stone throwers,
go home and get your glasses short
Bitch
I guess it's just
a sign of the times
When parents got no love for their children
And we just doing what feels right
In this life we've been given
So
I, I guess it's just a sign of the times
When parents got no love
for their children
And we just doing what feels right
In this life we've
I said let it go
Man, y 'all oughta see it man
They dusty ass careers,
they flatten the mausoleum
Open my door to freedom,
throw my key in the abyss
Leaving a trail of smoke,
like y 'all don't want none of this
Mother's only,
tendency to leave my lovers lonely
Fistful of everything
my father never showed me
I feel like the world owe me, I
know that it's had to get me
Heavy paranoia, boy,
y 'all don't fuckin' know me
Got a chip on my shoulder, maybe
Try chippin'
David at a boulder with the city
on their shoulders
Shit is crazy, it's a renaissance
Sistine
Chapel in the sixteenth rise
Leonardo with his cape on
A bit of napalm to interrupt your slumber
As I wait to see the fuckin' scene turn to
Big
Brother
Put him on my
J .O. with
J .O.
You ain't know, please, where
Rocky be livin' on the mango
I guess it's just a sign
of the times
When parents got no love
for their children
And we just doin'
what feels right
In this life we've been given
So
I, I guess it's just a sign of the times
When parents got no love
for their children
And we just doin' what feels right
In this life
we've been given
Let the truth beam through the speakers
Lay it all out, don't keep no secrets
The way my crew do,
I gotta see it to believe it
We never waited for
the dreams to be greenlit
Problem with the scene is,
too many rappers
that be actin' like girls
Worryin' bout how they jeans fit
Or worryin' bout how
they get they screen click
And not enough,
war ain't bout kickin' mean shit
Droppin' names, paradin',
who you down with?
Well, y 'all don't know
the faintest thing about it
I mean, you claim you really bout it,
I really doubt it
Y 'all crooked like
Billy
Bowden
Tryna stack that rap money
Till I need an accountant to really count it
But never would
be miserable without it
What you hearin' now,
should we build it from the ground, kid?
Yeah, we built this shit all the way up
I guess it's just
a sign of the times
When parents double up for their children
And we just do what feels right
When it's life we've been given so high
I guess it's just a sign of the times
When parents cut the love
for their children
But we just doing what feels right
In this life we've been given