This is a song about "Years and years"

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Twenty years past and my mind's cultivated

Its been 2 years and i got a lot of practise

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Might seem like little hype and i'm wasting my teen years

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

One hood with 20 four-four's like a cloned kobe bryant

Through slavery and doing years of confinement

And i ain't goin' nowhere, shit i've been flowing for years

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Thirteen years old and know about the streets, hustler,

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

About 3 years ago and i was the only one to hear

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

And got a few more years and some tears, this is anyone

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one