Spending Private Ryan

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh August Fanon, we ain't for nan See my eyes [Verse] Uh, we was supposed to be failure, but we the ones in other countries with another country' paraphernalia Lookin' at my passport, it's about that time While up in group homes, I never thought this type of shine would reside Through the curtains, they said I wouldn't be shit, and that was for certain Now I get called for verses urgent I used to be a bum ass nigga before the group homes So maybe my family was doing wrong by me One of my oldest cousins told mе to try weed, now I'm in other cities blazing Chi weed The group homеs gave me whatever I need Lotta stories to tell as I inhale Skinny as hell while leaning on scales I wasn't taking medicine, one of the guys had trees for sale And we used to be high as hell (Fried) Now I still be high as hell, reflecting on shit Now I'm in the rap game just flexin' on kicks Never sold no keys, got a whip, and that shit don't take keys Off a jump shot, I break knees (Ah) I used to get picked up in pickups because of it Now I lounge in mesh shorts for the fuck of it Street's pavement, I'm touching it Outside when I was goin' AWOL Lootin' up shit during the playoffs Now I got loot in the suit, my dick you stay off Better be lucky if I don't come through and spray y'all I really would've been like that if I stayed with the fam I don't have no real reason to be enraged with the fam Now I got my own fam, I got my own shit goin' I got my own problems, kinda hard for you not to know 'em (Uh) You can see that shit on my face, all on my skin, I keep thinking of wins Fuck blending in and fuck insecurities (What) I just looked at my shadow like, "nigga, it is you and me (Uh) You may be losing me" (Sheesh) [Outro] All my life, you might be losing me (Shit look so crazy, I been through some craziest shit in my life) All my life, you might be losing me (I ain't never lost focus though, man, always looked at the shit like it was just a barrier) All my life, you might be losing me (And now you just see me out here, full effect) All my life, you might be losing me (All the interiors still clean, ain't no crackin') (Know what I'm sayin'? Word)