Twenty-two.

By Samaki

On self talk.

Released on April 14, 2022

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Been a minute since I spit how I spit I gotta relax for it

Really get that feel out my system I know you ask for it

Never miss it much I was shooting thinking I'm a bad sport

I ain't trying to pass at you niggas hitting the backboard

Screaming from the top of my lungs and over my asthma

Now I barely breathe on the track and they give me cash for it

Grew up out of it so my oxygen like a passport

Taking me to places and pockets I'll have to last for

Gotta have to wait on my momma I know you hear me

Sicker than LA man the doctor can never clear me

I don't fear no man give a damn what color his tears be

Tatted on my soul until I go and get me a real sleeve

Go and get me a real sleeve

Trying to show you the real me

2022, I'm gonna show you the real me

It's the real me

It's the real -

I don't wanna hear no nonsense

About waiting out my options

Just waiting 'till I'm poppin' don't call me

I'm working

To make this graph so perfect

For real

For real

So welcome to twenty-two

Tell them welcome to twenty-two

Welcome to twenty-two

Welcome to twenty-two tell them

Welcome to twenty-two

Tell them welcome to twenty-two tell them