"end of the year v2" lyrics
The end of the year is here
They only call friends peers 'cause they disappear
And last week I broke my nose, and the whole crowd cheered
Not for me though, I was just at a soccer game
Making a mistake, and you know they gon' all complain
Try to fix things, but they never cooperate
Rely on me for everything — that's not how I operate
You lookin' at me funny? What you mean? Oh, I got it made
Yeah, you know we back again — my closest friend was half a friend
I made my circle smaller, so the squares don't know what's happening
They say I'm living lavishly, my art collection's ravishing
And I defeated the demons that I was battlin'
I'm always in the hot seat, but that will never stop me
I get it done ASAP — a legend like I'm Rocky
The devils care about the ice, but we ain't playin' hockey
And she ain't really playin' nice — I think it — she gon' drop me
Laying down, sprawled out on the concrete — and everybody mad that Gucci Gang made top three
Y'all should just be glad that I didn't blow up yet
I'm working on my sounds, because I know that I'll be up next
They saw my potential and started backing down
This my senior year — I'm working for my cap and gown
Once you make it, they be asking how
While all the fakes is getting faded, I be conscious — never blacking out
Shoutout Josh, shoutout Duree, the homie Tyler
Shoutout Lance for helping out when I was hanging by the wire
Shout to Austin, shout to Pat, and shout to Brennan and to Michael
Y'all the homies I'mma fly out if my shit ever go viral
Shout to Harry, Jerry, Matt, Danny — everyone who see the vision
Chasing dreams like I'm double-oh-seven on a mission
Tryna scheme 'cause I figured they wanna see me winning
And if I'm on the Hot 100, then you'll know I did it
I'm straight chillin' — I take digits, I raise ceilings
She hate me, so I leave quicker than fake feelings
Money fallin' from trees — I wanna rake millions
And lately I been thinkin' that I can break limits
Now I'm testing it — Kanye gon' be president
Say I'm acting fake, but you ain't really got no evidence
I don't mess with pessimists — and don't call me irrelevant
I'll make it soon enough — or when I do, I'll be the best there is
I don't wanna feel pain
I just want the real thing
Maybe I could get it next year — that'd be so great
Livin' off of ramen in some old place — staying like this? Hot no way
I don't wanna feel pain
I just want the real thing
Maybe I could get it next year — that'd be so great
Livin' off of ramen in some old place — staying like this? Hot no way
They only call friends peers 'cause they disappear
And last week I broke my nose, and the whole crowd cheered
Not for me though, I was just at a soccer game
Making a mistake, and you know they gon' all complain
Try to fix things, but they never cooperate
Rely on me for everything — that's not how I operate
You lookin' at me funny? What you mean? Oh, I got it made
Yeah, you know we back again — my closest friend was half a friend
I made my circle smaller, so the squares don't know what's happening
They say I'm living lavishly, my art collection's ravishing
And I defeated the demons that I was battlin'
I'm always in the hot seat, but that will never stop me
I get it done ASAP — a legend like I'm Rocky
The devils care about the ice, but we ain't playin' hockey
And she ain't really playin' nice — I think it — she gon' drop me
Laying down, sprawled out on the concrete — and everybody mad that Gucci Gang made top three
Y'all should just be glad that I didn't blow up yet
I'm working on my sounds, because I know that I'll be up next
They saw my potential and started backing down
This my senior year — I'm working for my cap and gown
Once you make it, they be asking how
While all the fakes is getting faded, I be conscious — never blacking out
Shoutout Josh, shoutout Duree, the homie Tyler
Shoutout Lance for helping out when I was hanging by the wire
Shout to Austin, shout to Pat, and shout to Brennan and to Michael
Y'all the homies I'mma fly out if my shit ever go viral
Shout to Harry, Jerry, Matt, Danny — everyone who see the vision
Chasing dreams like I'm double-oh-seven on a mission
Tryna scheme 'cause I figured they wanna see me winning
And if I'm on the Hot 100, then you'll know I did it
I'm straight chillin' — I take digits, I raise ceilings
She hate me, so I leave quicker than fake feelings
Money fallin' from trees — I wanna rake millions
And lately I been thinkin' that I can break limits
Now I'm testing it — Kanye gon' be president
Say I'm acting fake, but you ain't really got no evidence
I don't mess with pessimists — and don't call me irrelevant
I'll make it soon enough — or when I do, I'll be the best there is
I don't wanna feel pain
I just want the real thing
Maybe I could get it next year — that'd be so great
Livin' off of ramen in some old place — staying like this? Hot no way
I don't wanna feel pain
I just want the real thing
Maybe I could get it next year — that'd be so great
Livin' off of ramen in some old place — staying like this? Hot no way
Thanks to Hion for adding these lyrics.
