[Intro]
"I didn't really start playing music, like seriously, until 25"
[Verse]
Too young for the old kids
Too old for the young
Too black for the white kids
Too black for my own
They say 25 is the prime of life
I feel like I'm dying from the outside
My hair thin, my wrinkled skin
Somebody help me out this quarter life crisis
I been sleeping in on Christmas every year since I became a teen
Birthday, Easter, New Year's, just another f*ckin' day to me
Heard a kid on CBS say he gon' be a athlete
I wish that I had those choices made available to me
My whole life is wasted potential, I don't feel special B
n*ggas nowadays be gettin' deals at f*ckin' 17
When you 25 nobody cares 'bout what you feelin', yo
You shoulda made it by now n*gga what the f*ck you waitin' for
I been workin 12's tryna pay for f*ckin' studios
Meanwhile the police is choking n*ggas out on video
Sometimes when I see 'em riding by I wonder who would know
If they shot me down, who would care, am I next to go
Keep my weapon tucked in my pants if they tryna get bold
All this while I'm tryna spit some rhymes I should sell my soul
Or maybe I'm just gettin' old
Kids be lookin' at the cartridge they don't even blow
They just Wiki everything they don't even know
Man f*ck these kids, yo f*ck these kids, I can't relate to you
Rappers talkin' bout they hate rap and they think it's cool
Lame ass n*ggas
[Outro]
"Knowing that I might supposedly be executed in the next 2 weeks, I can't plan no more future but I thinks about it. But I think about my past, the things I used to do, the people I know. You know, people who care about me, I think of them. I think of all that."