This the last song here if we looking at the timeline
So you know it’s prime time
This year, sh#t is my time
Everyday, I got a new problem sitting on my mind
Planet Earth 2.0 is what I’m seeing in the skyline
sh#t is far away from me, I had to draw that fine line
Fall Foward is gonna age better than some fine wine
I be on the pipeline
I’m in Santiago, this is Brooklyn Nine-Nine
You know that my rhyme’s prime
When it comes to lyrics, they comparing me to Einstein
I said, Einstein
Feel like Mac Miller, all these females are divine
I can’t believe I managed to adapt to this lifestyle
If we meet at three, you’ll be home at prolly by nine
I met some people that got some issues just like mine
Everybody got their seat, I got to recline mine
Everybody’s album doing numbers, beside mine
Best way to smuggle sh#t is using old supply lines
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