202 & Western as an album tells a clearly defined story, and this song represents high school graduation in that narrative. It reflects on things I’m leaving behind, and assures the listener throughout that “the best is yet to come.”
Funny enough, this is the oldest song on the album. I made th...
[Sample]
If you just believe
The best is yet to come
[Verse 1]
It's not about the Insta likes
All about the finish line
Bossing in the MIDI, I'm
Almost like Zinedine
My name came before me
Word to Maury, know it isn't mine
But it is in mind when I change my persona, flipping rhyme
If my verse isn't dope, if I'm unoriginal
What of all them nights lit by cell phone pixel glow
Six songs in a row, finding words to fit the flow
Writing to remind myself of all those things I'll miss the most
Any night that preceded wood smoke aroma
Times I almost hit on girls that should've struck me like a cobra
Times I felt like the same girls would see me on the posters
If they see me on the posters, then I already won
Top 5, I'm already one
No fame, it's already fun
I recorded before school back when the morning was young
So when I'm drowning in sofa, cocoa on the stove
And Jet-Puffs in the foam in a million dollar home
The prophecy's done
Stop the hypocrisy; J.R. just cannot be outdone
Your favorite rapper bought a hot whip, then I'm copping the sun
Glue eating rappers are not with it
I'm just popping their bubbles until my fingers all fatigued
And then I drop to the mud
Gimme the bass that rattles change in your cupholder
I'm Charlie Brown learning keys now like wassup Schroder
Don't know a lick of guitar I just keep strumming
When it's only getting better, then the best is always coming
Making my moves like it's nothing
No poker face, and they always still think that I'm bluffing
I turned myself into something
I wish that I could turn making my beats into funding
I wish that I could yell "stop!" and this shit would stop
That'd be way, way too easy
I don't have numbers
I'm bout to get on the board if it kills me, sounding like Ouija
If you think he's making money, he isn't
Funny my hobby is none of my business
Cuz that shit wasn't a business
No return, I just keep making my songs tryna get it
I'll do it every day till I'm finished
I just don't know what else there is to do
Scribble a verse on my graduation cap
I had to make it back, and do it for you
[Chorus]
So when your vision is forgotten
And the roots of your labor are all rotten
And all you can do is fall like autumn
You just gotta get up