Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 25 & Whyln, artist - Sean Leon. Album song C.C.W.M.T.T., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Initiative
Song language: English
25 & Whyln |
If I don’t get it dog it’s suicide |
So fuck that chill shit y’all, it’s do or die |
Fuck you doin' living life like you got two of 'em |
Ain’t no do-overs |
On some nights I fight myself like there was two of us |
But it’s only me, but that’s all we need |
Flowing over beats, till we overseas |
Was undiscovered in the suburbs somewhere smoking weed |
Maui from the deep, yeah |
Made it to V.I.P. |
with no I. D |
Ain’t had a mentor either, ain’t had a No I. D |
And y’all got no idea, times were dire, my mom was tired |
At times I feared I’d never find it here |
Truth be told I had to find a mirror |
See when I found myself, I found eternal wealth |
Now in turn, closing chapters and turning pages |
Really touching paper |
Everybody know I body flows, a verse cost an arm and a leg |
This is my karma again, I’m talking to God once again |
Grew up from boys to be men, now we all at war on The Ends |
I was at war ever since, I was a boy that was sent |
Contraband, exchanging hands |
Damn young nigga feed the fam now |
Might pull your bitch off the Gram now |
I’m going postal, don’t need a stamp or a handout |
Yeah, they say that I act like the man, it’s a fact I’m the man now |
Yeah, ain’t gotta act like the man, it’s a fact I’m the man |
Airing out the AirBnB, 'cause we ain’t 'posed to smoke there |
I was gonna hit the club but I’m antisocial |
So I made some calls and had the hoes come over, yeah |
I want porches, rovers, mansions, islands |
For the cash, resort to violence, I’m 25 and whyln |
I’m with your wife, she at the crib so much |
She got the password for the wireless |
We been connected for a while, I guess |
I guess I make her smile and shit, yeah, ayy |
She act like she innocent, I swear that she into sin |
Yeah, she gwan' like she industry, yeah, yeah |
Sometimes I stare at the mirror, just 'cause I love what I’m seeing |
I hit the blunt in the mirror, just 'cause I love what I’m seeing |
I count 'em, stacking up, mirror, love what I’m seeing |
I fuck yo bitch in the mirror, just 'cause I love what I’m seeing |
Sometimes I stare at the mirror, just cause I love what I’m seeing |
I hit the blunt in the mirror, just 'cause I love what I’m seeing |
I count 'em, stacking up, mirror, love what I’m seeing |
I fuck yo bitch in the mirror, just 'cause I love what I’m seeing |
Sometimes I stare at the mirror, just 'cause I love what I’m seeing |
I hit the blunt in the mirror, just 'cause I love what I’m seeing |
Sometimes I stare at the mirror, just 'cause I love what I’m seeing |
I see myself and my demons, we have one hell of a meeting |
I hit the blunt and inhale, in the middle of hell what I’m breathing |
Sometimes I stare at the ceiling and pray for a million |
Sometimes I look to the sky like there’s answers there |
Sometimes I look passed the clouds for my ancestors |
But that’s just backwood smoke, that’s just cancer there |
If I can’t see clear how will eye? |
If I can’t see clear |
If they don’t fight fair why will I? |
I wield mine like Jedi |
Or Jet L-i, flight red eye, eyes red eye, left my visor |
Y’all advisors need advice and have my vice is no advice |
Ho-ho, yeah |
Oh yes, oh yes, let’s recap shall we? |
He wow’d you once, he just wow’d you again |
Will he wow you a third time? |
(hehehe) |
I guess you’re gonna have to find out next time |
On King and Sufferin, sneak preview though |
He’s gonna wow you a third time |
Can’t come with me this time |
You can’t come with me this time! |
Can’t come with me this time, not this time |
You cannot! |
Can’t come with me this time |
Can’t come with me this time, not this time |
Relax, relax, relax |
(I ain’t famous) Pull up, hop out, pop up, pick a pack up, had to make the drop |
offs |
(I might snap) Had no backup but I had to double back to hit the block up |
(Might get dangerous) Got it poppin' on the low but that’s all you need to know |
(I ain’t famous) All you really need to know is when I leave you need to go |
(I might snap) I told my ting I don’t like labels, why these people want to |
sign me? |
(Might get dangerous) I took a chance now I’m a rapper, controversial like the |
(I ain’t famous) If you’re coming for me, you know I’m coming from where niggas |
known for nothin' |
I’ma kill for mine to feed the fam, call that war and buffet |
Getting paid nigga, Warren Buffett |
Let it read I tried |
Before I leave, before I leave |
I bleed, I cry |
I was just a student |
Now you look like food and yeah |
Hunger got me moving |
Hunger got me moving |
Hunger got me moving |
I might start a movement, like Tha Carter 2 |
I feel the frost, it’s winter, hop off the porch |
Come back in a Porsche waving the torch |
Blowing smoke out the compound with the cartel |
White girl riding shotgun if the cops come |
Strive, I sit back and I pop one |
Flow like making out with a shotgun |
Mark my words until the shots come |
I’ll probably hit a wall before the stop button |
I told Jay fuck with his day job |
By that night we were in Hollywood |
I be knowing that they be hating on me |
Low-key, true say though it’s high-key |
Know they hating, no they don’t like me |
But they gon' wheel it like they were biking |
I recite and then they bite it |
Told my ting when I touchdown I’ma spike |
Smoking at the party 'cause I’m anxious |
Can’t let my guard down 'cause its dangerous |
If I don’t see the angles it is angels |
Rest in peace, they’re hungry and they are angered |
Don’t sip no Jäger, I’m sober, voice on my shoulder, remember |
They were killing all summer, won’t see the sun in November |
Won’t see your seed in December, missing your presence |
They say the presence a gift |