June

Who would've thought that I would start off like this Spitting words in the night sky I hope that it sticks I'm not in my right mind It's awkward a bit How I try to save the people while I hang off the cliff I know I got it all right here in front of me Baby I'm 25, I should've been dead, the devil wanted me Shots rang, like god dang I'm Usain now Got some street cred, I'm in a few things now Holla back when you see me I'm fat bitch I'm greedy I don't want a slice of the pie Y'all better feed me Till June comes, who's gonna be these niggas genies They need a couple wishes if they think that they can beat me Mmm Slow it down They need to breath Roll the window down And feel the breeze Feeling like Pac on my enemies Cable tv taught me about the birds and the bees So bitch please Praise me when you down on your knees No 120 credits could heat me a couple degrees I'm already en fuego halo's could melt when I sneeze I grabbed the devil by the horns and told that nigga I'm free So goodbye to your dark thoughts and feelings of doom Say hello to this warm weather, I'll see you in June For anybody feeling like they shouldn't aim for moon Just know that if somebody else did it, then you can too Yeah nigga we back at it again Fuck em all I make em all feel the tip of my pen I evolved To be the God of these fraudulent men Niggas couldn't get in with bars so they opting to sin So I gotta get it regardless Fuck em if they ain't with us We gotta eat em they targets Bitches'll suck your dick just to shop at Nieman Marcus But there comes a cost You can have all of the money, but your soul is lost But then here comes the fans that worship you, likening you to Gods Having dinners with models and having meetings with Nas Weekends at the W, flying close to the stars All of this what you wanted, but nothing could heal the scars Somebody should speak to em bout mental health Look at me, boy I got through it, don't kill your self This is the reason I make music, I'm here to help But how I'm supposed to pray for you, when I don't even pray for myself This for everybody that's feeling like they're here alone Baby don't worry cuz June's coming, know winter's cold Just put your focus in something you love a hundred fold Just find the people that care for you and hold em close This for my niggas from Tim-buktu to Benning Road From the isles of Greece down to Ivory Coast I need somebody to please get this record to Cole How many niggas you know baby, can cook with no stove Ok then, maybe the flows crazy I'm reaching my goals lately I can't wait till I'm in June It's never below 80 Head shots to all these rappers, my finger is off safety And if my time is soon, I pray that the Lord take me