"Beijing" lyrics
Autumn in the stuy
Texting from my watch
Hoodie with the shorts
Couldn't tell me I ain't fly
Peace hittin different
Dreams turn to missions
Family first, live it till I'm
Sleeping with the fishes
Grown man era
Socks with the sandles
Grill goin, hit boy
Chopping up the samples
Hennesy and spades
Chattin bout a 401k
Wishing ie could do it all in one day
I'm on my get money, go missing
Give it to the cause. With the cameras off
No gimmicks
Pour into my kids till they notice that there's no limits
If you start something you finish
It won't be no quitting
Heavy on the if it ain't making noises then don't fix it
1 strike you outta the inner circle, there's no slippin
If the shit ain't adding no kinda value I won't miss it
1 spark could set it on fire
I don't need no friction
Never taking shit for granted cus you blink and it goes
I'm only matching love, niggas having beef on they own
People bickering bout all the shit they think that they know
We only kicking it with people that could think on they own
Watering my grass
Know it's greener than most
I traded seasonal depression for the seasonal growth
I'ma staple in the hood
Keepin em close
Still level up
Reefer to coac
Hey
Don't wait up
I'm always on my way
You still breathing air, then it ain't too late
But nothing changes if we stay the same
Channeling my kobe
It's lonely in the last mile
Never gettin cozy
Thinkin everything is rosey
If ever you arrive
You should probably question if you dead or you alive
There's a better you inside
Forward motion only
Whatever you decide
When you on the ground
Who around begging you to rise
It's all about the village
When everybody feeling the embarrassment of riches
You could really say you livin
Polaroids atop of the great wall
We grew up with the corner boys pushing the 8 ball
Barely breaking even tryna beat the odds
Lately I just pray for other people when I speak to god
Photobook of all the shit I been through
Places that I been to
People that I clicked with
Literature I'm into
Trauma that I live with it
The shit I had to get through
Love I got a fistful
Take a lil with you
For real
Texting from my watch
Hoodie with the shorts
Couldn't tell me I ain't fly
Peace hittin different
Dreams turn to missions
Family first, live it till I'm
Sleeping with the fishes
Grown man era
Socks with the sandles
Grill goin, hit boy
Chopping up the samples
Hennesy and spades
Chattin bout a 401k
Wishing ie could do it all in one day
I'm on my get money, go missing
Give it to the cause. With the cameras off
No gimmicks
Pour into my kids till they notice that there's no limits
If you start something you finish
It won't be no quitting
Heavy on the if it ain't making noises then don't fix it
1 strike you outta the inner circle, there's no slippin
If the shit ain't adding no kinda value I won't miss it
1 spark could set it on fire
I don't need no friction
Never taking shit for granted cus you blink and it goes
I'm only matching love, niggas having beef on they own
People bickering bout all the shit they think that they know
We only kicking it with people that could think on they own
Watering my grass
Know it's greener than most
I traded seasonal depression for the seasonal growth
I'ma staple in the hood
Keepin em close
Still level up
Reefer to coac
Hey
Don't wait up
I'm always on my way
You still breathing air, then it ain't too late
But nothing changes if we stay the same
Channeling my kobe
It's lonely in the last mile
Never gettin cozy
Thinkin everything is rosey
If ever you arrive
You should probably question if you dead or you alive
There's a better you inside
Forward motion only
Whatever you decide
When you on the ground
Who around begging you to rise
It's all about the village
When everybody feeling the embarrassment of riches
You could really say you livin
Polaroids atop of the great wall
We grew up with the corner boys pushing the 8 ball
Barely breaking even tryna beat the odds
Lately I just pray for other people when I speak to god
Photobook of all the shit I been through
Places that I been to
People that I clicked with
Literature I'm into
Trauma that I live with it
The shit I had to get through
Love I got a fistful
Take a lil with you
For real
Writer(s): Avery Jones, Alexander Chauncey
