Up Church
Ayy, lately I've been thinkin' 'bout my life
Like where I'm at and where I'm goin' when there is no mic
Yeah, like why's the time feel like it's flyin' by?
This is the kind of shit I think about real late at night
Damn, dog, it's 3:29 on Ghost Ranch (shit)
I'm in my bed with marijuana ashes on my chest
And all the lights on dimmer switches, record playin' somethin' timeless
1958 Donna by Ritchie Valens, uh (yeah)
This house I wake up in it freaks me out, I'm bein' honest
I feel I don't deserve it, not because this bitch is haunted
I'm still cruisin' the Kingston roads just to clear the smoke
And some of the driveways take me back to bein' wild and young
Ayy, lately I've been thinkin' 'bout my life
Like where I'm at and where I'm goin' when there is no mic
Yeah, like why's the time feel like it's flyin' by?
This is the kind of shit I think about real late at night
Ayy, lately I've been thinkin' 'bout my life
Like where I'm at and where I'm goin' when there is no mic
Yeah, like why's the time feel like it's flyin' by?
This is the kind of shit I think about real late at night
Country king of lyrics, Lane Frost like I said before
You'll hear the spurs before I kick open that southern door
They said I had eight seconds, I'm still ridin' the same bull
Been buckin' so damn long I started growin' my own horns (yeah)
So if we goin' head to head don't bank on all my sympathy (don't do it)
I'm in the mood to butcher anybody standin' next to me
These fuckers want the recipe but can't figure out the rest of me
So rest in peace while I rise to legend status without press catchin' me
Ayy, lately I've been thinkin' 'bout my life
Like where I'm at and where I'm goin' when there is no mic
Yeah, like why's the time feel like it's flyin' by?
This is the kind of shit I think about real late at night
Ayy, lately I've been thinkin' 'bout my life
Like where I'm at and where I'm goin' when there is no mic
Yeah, like why's the time feel like it's flyin' by?
This is the kind of shit I think about real late at night
Missed calls from folks I barely know, rappers tryna grab my throat
I be changin' numbers and machetes, who you reachin' on? (Woo)
I keep it so easy goin' now people think I got it easy
I keep that inside because my fans don't need to see it
But I swear to God on every mind that listens to my rhymes (listen)
I do this shit for us, not for money or the light (yup)
So when it comes to y'all, on my last breath I will fight
A small town gang bitch until somebody steals the shine (brr)
Yeah but that won't be no time soon, I'm 28 and still livin' (yup)
Slow motion in that moment, I dare anyone to end it (who want it?)
I got beast mode for reasons that will always remain unknown
You better be the next me before you sling me out this throne
Church
Ayy, lately I've been thinkin' 'bout my life
Like where I'm at and where I'm goin' when there is no mic
Yeah, like why's the time feel like it's flyin' by?
This is the kind of shit I think about real late at night
Ayy, lately I've been thinkin' 'bout my life
Like where I'm at or where I'm goin' when there is no mic
And why does time always have to fly by?
These are things I think about late at night
