Sessions est une chanson en Anglais
All my fucking life I been wishing on a star
I’m so done with feeling stuck, when I know I’m going far
And I’m tired of being blunt, ima tell it like it is
I’m Still puffin on blunts, they ain’t fucking with the kid
See I been keeping to myself, like if I don’t like to share
But my time is really coming, I can feel it in the air
I’m familiar with the scent, shoutout to the most high
I keep watching for the signs, gotta keep a close eye
It’s a lesson in a language that I cannot put in words
Got my middle finger up, all the bullshits for the birds
I’m not really tryna stress, bitch I gotta get to work
And anything that stands in front of me, i’ll put em in a hears
If they hating, I ain’t tripping, they still hit me with the click
It’s still us against the world, Always riding with my clique
Got my hoodie on, Nike bag, bouta take a trip
Got this all mapped out and I’m sticking to the script
Bitch I got it, and they really think I’m playing
Man I’m thinking so ahead, I’m in twenty twenty eight
I’m not bragging I’m just saying, not too many can relate
When I lacked it, I was honest, then I picked up in the weights
You would never see me stunt, if I ain’t got it in the bank
You can call it what you want, but when I talk, I’m being Frank
See me chillin in the clouds, bitch I’m only rolling dank
They say I’m thinking I’m the shit, wipe my with what you thank
I been on another level, hard to reach me where I’m at
I’m the prophet of my city, on my name cause that’s a fact
Heard Miami missing action, I’ll be sure to close the gap
Catch me repping where I’m from til the day that I collapse
Tell me how I’m twenty four And I’m feeling like I’m late
There’s success and there’s society, these things don’t correlate
I’m so tired of being tired, I can start to feel the weight
But the other side is sunny, all with time there’s no debate
Someone grab another wood, you can say I’m on a roll
This all goes out to my momma, for not making honor roll
Man you get just what you give, that’s just simply how it goes
If you scheming up a plan, trust me keep it on the low
Gotta keep your grass cut, gotta watch out for the foes
Gotta keep your circle tight, and make sure they never fold
Man I seen em acting shaky, quick to switch up for some change
Gotta trust it, cause I got it, feel it running through my veins
You can put me on the spot, promise you I’ll never choke
Even if I’m out there balling, I’m still grinding like I’m broke
Call me rookie of the season, realest shit you ever spoke
And I’m only getting started, got my foot up on they throat