[Hook]
You still gone confine me
Long live the 90s
Where went the significance in a signee
Not to often the better days are behind me
Pen pads my dad left at the crime scene
I'm departing, this is just so you know where to find me
One lost soul doesn't define me
Lip syncing to driver seat rhyming
Long live the motherfucking 90s
[Verse 1]
I used to wanna rhyme like canibus
It's 2017 stuck with synthetics on the scene
It's insulting the way they damage us
Hints why I preach more stamina
They couldn't see me with a lens through they latest iPhone camera
Now can I black out
Like a nigga blowing a back out
Pressure will be present until I back out
Now we accepting hand outs
I'm trying to drop jewels and stand out
I spy a bunch of pop fools who about to be ran out
Quicker than swallowed B pills like shit didn't go as planned out
D league prospects that over value materialistic objects
It's no wonder they can't make it past the projects
Pray that my point is fiber optic
So you gain visions of abolish or knowledge when you connected the socket
I know they been waiting
Embrace this rehabilitation
Like dust on my lost generation
Words just catered to a higher vibration
[Hook]
You still gone confine me
Long live the 90s
Where went the significance in a signee
Not to often the better days are behind me
Pen pads my dad left at the crime scene
I'm departing, this is just so you know where to find me
One lost soul doesn't define me
Lip syncing to driver seat rhyming
Long live the motherfucking 90s
[Verse 2]
Unc introduced me to my first love in hip hop
Who would've guessed it
Real Mcs with the decency to actually have a message
Not just flex about smashing the best bitch
And we've evolved now to flex about who's the better self snitch
Y'all reckless
What's a pitch to a nigga that no hurt
With the meanest grip
I'm talking the type of shit that could make Venus slip
I said fuck being rich
Long as I have enough sauce for this King sized chip
On my shoulder never been colder
Over looked like sober to a coper
It only gets doper
Add that to his folder
How having substance over but y'all still find a way to abuse it
For y'all amusement be slumpt there's no wonder why y'all shit is lucid
Dreams depicting a king that'll rather cut the strings than use it
Between me and you I resort to the music
The only seam that seems to keeps a boy from losing it
Clueless is the boy brainwashed over air waves
Ear to the stereo memorizing every lyric that plays
Forced future placed in his head as he sits in his daze
Gone is authenticity without leaving a trace
90s was written by Qualls.
90s was produced by Clint Ford.