Twisted Seasons

(Chorus)
Stepping outta line, hit decline
I can't answer my phone
On my line, hit my line
Read it leave me alone
Cut her off let her loose
Now she getting loose
Thinking what I lose
Howm I’m supposed to keep my sanity on
(Twisted seasons)

Verse 1:
It’s raps bad calamity
Roaring Sam Yosemite
Bad man’s done summoned me
Sturring the whole dungeon

People hit my phone but yet
I can’t come around
Silent they don’t hear a sound
Dropped like I done hit the ground

Running

The whole crew was with it

Now we at the backyard
Chillin with my Asgard
Sippin on a white drink

Talking to a bad tink
Black skin, white T
Black hair, brown mink

Chilling

Why the smartest girls with all the money wanna waste mine
Talking bout her privilege and her waistline
She wanna waste time, I don’t wanna waste mine
Tryna build and take mine, it’s hard to face mine…

I work hard 7 days of the week
That ain’t a flex, I’m just saving stacking money for weeks
We ain’t have it growing up, now I save it for me
Imagine dreaming eyes beaming what we grow up to be

Chasing paper, diploma riches, that's paper to me
Investing time, hard labor, put in work on the beat
Investing in fine art, crypto mining the sheets
I might just buy a CD, money market, repeat

I Used to walk to the store, now I’m riding through suites
I used to want me a whore, now I’m seeking a queen
I used to smoke vapor more, now I smoking releases
In order to find my riches, had to let go of me..

I ain’t see you for who you are
I saw for what you could be
Now you just tripping on me
Throwing your rings
Cappin on things

I couldn’t rap on these things
I’m battling things
It’s more than just texting on the phone
Mirrors and screens

Said she wanna watch and a purse
Messages ding
Had to sit through these things

Talks about trips with the family
Misunderstandings
Got me questioning life decisions
That’s when I knew it wasn’t me
Don’t even know what it means

(Chorus)
Stepping outta line, hit decline
I can't answer my phone
On my line, hit my line
Read it leave me alone

Cut her off let her loose
Now she getting loose
Thinking what I lose
How'm I’m supposed to keep my sanity on
(Twisted seasons)

Verse 2:

Shit it if was up to me
We could fuck and speak
But I don’t wanna beat
Don’t want a sneaky link

That’s not the way I think
Girl I get it for the free
I’m tryna raise a generation
We on family tings

I’m tryna drive these occupations
What the fuck you mean
I’m tryna take care of my momma
That’s on everything

I’m tryna Heal from family trauma
Not a weekly fling
I’m tryna climb through dimes and dollars
Like monopoly

Yo, I’m talking corporate flow
We got a ways to go
But we gone make it though, from hoods and snap backs
To wallets with fat stacks, man you already know..

We good like corner stores, like coupes and rollies though, yo

We make our G’s in silence like lasagne rolls
It’s more bout who you know
If that’s the case I’m going broke
Cause I don’t know no more
I just can’t wait no mo…

Twisted seasons..