Years Ka

"The love for the craft. That is my motivation and my stimulation. That's why the money comes. It's because you're so dedicated to what you're doing, to what you should be, that money automatically...because your mind is not on money, it's on that craft. You work diligently, you work consistently, you work dedicated, and it returns to you, believe me, tenfold."

Since it took me a long time to get here
Y'know, it's gone take me a long time to leave

[Hook]
It's been years and years and years and years
Took years and years and years and years
Put in years and years and years and years
I'll be here years and years and years and years

[Verse]
No safe place to lay your head
Eating mutton, teeth cutting through day-old bread
Only once broken can it be spoken whole-hearted
Burying pain's why I remain so guarded
Would hurt you, in some circles got the illest rep
Where I bet my silhouette still a threat
Was moving like a killer with impunity
Now I'm a proven pillar in the community
Took a hundred mans missing to transition
Bold lines, closed minds can't listen
Follow rules then the ghouls can't lure him
Wanna duel then the jewels ain't for him
Years long, years fast
Years gone, years past
Years cold, years liver
Years old, years wiser
This side of the tracks, providing facts is core essential
Would bring quick swing now tactics more mental
In the hood we could and would deliver hate
Was gutter soldiers not mothered over, deliberate
Thinking man of stinking clan, I'm still a ape
Food for thought... should've brought a bigger plate
This ain't swine-rhyming, it's fine dining
Was raw by the liquor store, but I ain't whining
No sense to buffer, was meant to suffer
The dark made for better art to dispense and usher
Built from pain tilt your frame, now a level head
Won't see me being greedy--I fed usted
Versatile, birthed a style, damn post-partum
Wavy, need a navy, can't coast guard him
Not a diluted, concentrate
Lotta fly movement, concentrate
Super thug catch ruger slug, fear's motive
Faith endured, face obscured, tears coated
Was a arm to target
Some bolted, knowing I'll do harm to starboard
Had a rough road, my goal calmed the carsick
Now I'm juicing, getting loose in the farmers market
Trying to live