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maybe not - the sophomores lyrics

verse 1: veuveray
i’m really a quiet guy that likes national geographic
tattoos on women, smokin’ blunts in traffic
i turn down, then turn up in the span of a minute
n-ggas did get older, mad parties, plenty women
by the age of 26 got me thinkin’ like i’m 30
i need a gold tank, so i’m thinkin’ like i’m percy
got a big circle, but no new n-ggas
just different states, different countries and true k!llers
i get 100 deep, just to ring the alarms
and walk the streets like malcolm when brother johnson was harmed
homies went to dressin’ like women, y’all still doubt fire
that’s why i’m just paintin’ pictures like stephen wiltshire
i got bars that’ll make you wanna google sh-t
and i got broads that’ll make you wanna lose ya b-tch
it’s not far between dreams and what soon exists
when you work smart and leave the hard for the stupid kids
i love la, donuts from winch-lls
and a queen that breaks down buds of kush on a big bill
she sent her baby daddy out to get a kids meal
just to let me get her number and to see her t-ts are real
we in long beach smokin’ with the og’s
or out harlem gettin’ dour by the oz
i been writin’ prolific sh-t since 0-3
still rockin’ jordans og’s, sippin’ old e
my n-gga jus hit me up and he told me
“it’s time to take the game”, and i’m down as the co-d

verse 2: au jus
bless-ed is them students that can teach you somethin’
stoppin’ that f-ck sh-t, but making sure the reefer’s comin’
remainin’ calm even though the reaper’s comin’
i sat and wondered…dug deep until i rediscovered repercussions
i try to do right, but the preacher struggles
it’s hard to get off the beaten path
when you can’t even reap percussions
beating to my own drum, 25 and unsung
high-strung and hungover on instrumentals, with a humdrum mental
ridin’ waves that noah’s ark couldn’t get thru
but it ain’t no issue
nope
shiiiit
fear not, uh uh, for him know
that even thugs create tear-drenched pillows
wipin’ they nose, bustin’ a ‘rillo, tryna smoke the pain away
lost in them clouds, cuz we’re searchin’ for a brighter day
so what are you reflectin’?
is it oppression, is it oppression, is it obsession?
what’s the best at naming you?
it don’t matter dog, cuz nowadays they all interchangable
and synonymous
the real war is within, what you conquerin’?
and excuse me if i’m hittin’ home
but my mind don’t know, where these rhymes might go
all i know is i had to lose myself to find my soul

bridge:
and i don’t know how it started, but y’all gon’ let me finish
soph0m-res ’til the endin’ and new beginning (3x)

and i don’t know how it started….

- the sophomores lyrics

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