18 Video (MV)

Shoutout to iRig for helping me start out
Couple songs that i wrote making me feel like I'm tall now
Yes I'm in love
But it don't mean I can't bar out
Spit it our clean
A momma's boy without a momma
Got my bloodline, Ariana
None of my favs ever get plays on the radio
So I don't care I can drop the records on my own
See the fit
Watch the drip
I'm tryna make my sisters proud
Tryna do it quick and loud
But I gotta swim before i drown

I think that hip hop will save me
Will let me do my thing
When my words ain't worth it
So I stress bout this mess
But this mess from my head
Ain't leaving till I'm dead
So I'll drown it in my dark red

Just a kid with some tracks but some soul on the beat, yeah
Y'all moving at a jog, I'm running laps around ya
Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
I keep my numbers to my kill count, Dead Meat

Yeah Imma show what it means to bring it new to the table
Produce this joint right here without a swisher or label
How comme this garçons wanna act cool
When they aren't son?
How come these white boys wanna act like
We're not homespun?

None of the answers that I've made up ever seem right
Fits right
Nothing I've ever told myself lets me sleep at night
Making songs don't mean nothing 'less u got something to say in them
Sometimes the truth don't rhyme

I keep my dreams tucked neatly in my backpack
Now that I'm 18, I don't worry 'bout these lame cats
I keep it moving, nomadic in the studio
Now the studio is the only place I feel at home

I keep my dreams tucked neatly in my backpack
Now that I'm 18, I don't worry 'bout these lame cats
I keep it moving, nomadic in the studio
Now the studio is the only place I feel at home

I'm lonely when I'm with my friends
I worry too much of life and when my lungs will fill up with water
Cause I can't swim and I drowned again
I'm scared my moods will stay the same and scared of those who think I'm lame
And those I love will oversea my emotions and ship them away
To a far off island where they'll stay with me to rot and bones decay
For those to outside its hard to see but the pain inside is killing me
I want my blood to stay with me but I know they live outside my reach
We'll all grow old and drift apart and that's the part that breaks my heart
When you're young, your family tries to stay together
Even when it gets hard you think "They'll never leave me, never!"
There ain't nothing more important than your family
But what's gone happen when they're not there to answer me?

It's hard to keep cheesing from cheek to cheek
I've got a bad habit of sleeping in for weeks
I'm scared to death my man you know there's still a war outside
But I'm way too broke spend my mornings high

My words are all I got to leave my mark
If I die by tomorrow is this all my art?
You ain't nothing till you die and come back to life iller
They haven't made another artist realer, Mr. Miller, yeah

I keep my dreams tucked neatly in my backpack
Now that I'm 18, I don't worry bout these lame cats
I keep it moving, nomadic in the studio
Now the studio is the only place I feel at home

I keep my dreams tucked neatly in my backpack
Now that I'm 18, I don't worry bout these lame cats
I keep it moving, nomadic in the studio
Now the studio is the only place I feel at home