lately - Pell

You know we’ve been waiting

But we might get impatient

So don’t play us

Tell us where you been at lately

Play this for the homies back home

That remember me

Run my thoughts on tracks, cause its time to jog they memory

Before I’m dope as ketamine

With pot to piss, and kettle steamed

Aroma strong vanilla tea

So i could could belt these melodies

Play this for the homies back home

That remember me

Run my thoughts on tracks, cause its time to jog they memory

I know I’m forgetful

But I can’t forget you

I was living

I was living crooked no castle

Dream no hassle

Spinning more than tassels

In a cycle so shallow

Recording by the shed, on my never hit you back flow

Jazzy NOLA rascal, the rap game Satchmo

They called me nice on records, but real life asshole

Until i broke the rap code, and slapped it with some shackles

Getting service fuck some wifi, even though I’m bashful

Tobasco might be the hottest you ever seen

Tobacco know they addicted i nicotine

Don’t bash folks, only showed love still they ain’t feel it

Until them tickets my witness, long flights to show i get it

Out to Vancouver, swim in something like Cuba

Hit LA later that evening, reminded of why i do this

For homies back round the way, inspired by all the music

I’m praying on top this song, for proof that we all grew up

Flooding every day, that rain don’t go away

I know theres more to say, I know

So I’m spitting that hope shit, hope you stay focus

Hope you got a job now, hope you ain’t «hoe-less»

Hope you feel hopeful and hopeful you feel chosen

Hope i see results so i could have to stop hoping

Hope your girl ain’t pregnant, unless he be my godson

Hope your deals be hand be handmade, and all my niggas got one

They don’t have to sign just reminders when we come

To bust this game up, so hard they play our re-runs

They play our bloopers, cause everythings golden

The journey’s forever just know that you got one

And vibe like it’s high schools

Pop beers and shotgun

Reminisce days when i cared bout a condom

I call it love now, the call me conscious

I call em groupies unless they unfollow

Call you mańana unless i’m on tightropes

Maintaining balance until there’s an encore