Twenty Sixteen

Okay, here's another track that don't make sense Hold up, wait a minute, I'ma talk my shit Open up the door and get inside my ship I'ma show you how to do it, filler words off rip 2020 coming with it, I know its a little bit away But I'ma kill it, do it how I wanna anyway This beat a little corny but it still kinda works Like 2016 Okay, here's another track that don't make sense Hold up, wait a minute, I'ma talk my shit Open up the door and get inside my ship I'ma show you how to do it, filler words off rip 2020 coming with it, I know it's a little bit away But I'ma kill it, do it how I wanna anyway This beat a little corny but it still kinda works Like 2016, Jake Hill on the verse That's real, a diss to myself Never thought I'd make it so cheers to my wealth I don't wanna end up in Hell But it feels like I sold my soul so please help Sold-sold-sold-sold out shows, on tour, we never sleep 'Cause I stay too hype with it, nice on the beat Thought I'd take a little break from the whiny shit Here's a blast to the past with the rhymin' shit I be the big bad wolf when I'm knocking at the door Gotta keep my teeth hidden so nobody ever know That I gotta kill 'em all, not like Ash Ketchum For the ones that talkin' gotta teach 'em all a lesson Like move, bitch, get out the way They talk an awful lot but got nothing to say And I don't even really know where this shit is headed But I keep the sail steady, for this trip I'm ready Here's another track that don't make sense But that's okay, I own this shit I pull up then I leave And I got more stacks than I rolled up with Interest, they ain't gonna really like this 'Cause I'm talking shit but I don't mean nothing by it I can tell they got a problem with it but they staying silent 'Til they see me winning then they wanna turn it to a riot That's real, still the same shit, I just sit in my room Glued to my seat, might as well be my tomb That I'm encased in when I meet my fate I'm 27, hope that ain't today It's a club I don't wanna be in So I keep it moving, I'm just following the beacon, fast Hope it don't lead me down the wrong path If I let it, y'all better whoop my- Ask me how I feel, I don't really know I'm just here, 'til the wheels are broke I keep rolling, rolling like Fred Durst I'm tryna take this trip on head first And if I crash and burn, well, I guess that's life Only one way to find out, I guess that's right I'll close my eyes and then hit the launch And then blast off quick 'til I hit the stars That didn't even rhyme but whatever