Wake up, wipe the crumbs out my eyes
Must figure out who’s callin’ me and why
It’s my main man
Aion of Grayland
He said I finished the beat, wake up Jeff
We got plans
So I did
30 minutes later out the door in the whip
Quick Cuz I got bars to kick
That hit harder than spartan fist on Spartacus
I spark my cig speed down 376
In the yellow Subaru Like on 46th and Bliss
The train is coming soon, don’t wanna miss the shit
Never ended up moving to queens that year
The crib in El Barrio, East Side switching gears
Now Nearly 4 years in Harlem
One in Greenpoint where l lost my mind
I call that expensive time
Mania became the problem
Never could I stop my rhyme
Tho I lost good homies
Some fallouts I was the cause of
Houston I know I couldn’t solve em
Mute the playback
Man I need to find charger
Used to, way back, filling notebooks, my bars touch
Not just each other but mother fucking hearts bruh
Plug my phone in
My ways I had to alter
Started taking meds and talking to the doctor
Hospitalized twice, bpd 2, schizoid tendencies, shouting in the Streets like John proctor
Memories that never leave
Past relationships I grieve
Both my grandpas gone
Pops going bald like Mr Clean
Shits crazy to me
Still like a baby to moms
She say that I will always be
Spark the bonsai tree
Used to wanna be built like Wayne
And now I wanna be built like me
Compute the strength, my brain the CPU
Go great lengths to do what I do
I play in my own league
I’ve been pacing myself
Paving my own lane, the cement clean
Hope I don’t end up, early grave, potential unseen
Untapped, so I’m tapped in
Passcode on a touch screen, see
Rappin to me is about truth
Not jacking a scene
Support the youth
Don't shit on something you could never be
Invest in the future
Spreading love is like planting seeds
Support the culture
If you blind now, you gotta plan to see
I think I like it
Aion peep my writing
Something gave me the idea to talk about what’s inside and
Not hold back a single thing I had on my mind
Made this the outro, I had to show up right on time
Hoping when you hear my flow
You feel what I feel when I spit the rhyme
We always got that give and go
Producer on point dropping dimes
In the pocket, never know what I’ll rock with
The ever-winding tales of the beatsmith and the jot-smith
Sorry to all my friends that I changed up
Plot twist
But I’m back better than ever, and we still dropping hot shit
In the pocket, never know what I’ll rock with
The ever-winding tales of the beatsmith and the jot-smith
Sorry to all my friends that I changed up
Plot twist
But I’m back better than ever, and we still dropping hot shit