It's been a good one
Yeah
Uh, yeah
Eighteen
Thank you for treating me the way that you treated me
Compared to sixteen, seventeen, this was a bike ride
But I won't lie, sometimes life felt like a drive-by
Still that same kid you met, spittin' sci-fi
I was thirteen makin' beats in Gatlinburgs Five Guys
Starbucks, I'ma plow through snow until the car's stuck
Trippin' on some shrooms on the balcony, I'm starstruck
Came a long way from not givin' a fuck like Big Sean
I still don't get that many bitches, but at least my dick's long
Last three years, I've made a hundred bucks with these songs
I hope I make two hundred thousand plus more with this one
I never did drugs that fucked my life up
I've been battlin' emotions since I was like five, bruh
I'm just smokin' on that herbal, tell the homies slide up
Then they slide up, next thing you know we higher than the damn Messiah
I wonder if you'll ever hear me on the radio
If you do, I wonder if I'll spit a crazy flow
I bet you money on it
Ever since I made that album I've been focused solely on this
Dreams of a house like Barbie
Not a lot of people like me, not a lot want me
But I'll bet a million bucks when I got it, they on me
This is a revelation
Not a while back, I was stuck in that basement
Now celebrate graduation
Welcome to my world, do you wanna leave?
That's quite alright, I understand, this place was made for me
It wasn't made for you
And I don't think that I'ma have a kid, I'll just go instinct like a saber tooth
I don't got no blood brothers I can be an uncle to
I don't got no blood sisters that I can annoy too
The only thing I really got is just a bud or two
Actually, I got a few, light it up and pass it to em
If I was me when I turned eighteen
I wouldn't be able to make this song, got teenage dreams
Bitch my eye is on the ball and I am never steerin' focus
Everybody in my circle know this
Spendin' money everyday just to feed my bad habits
And I'm still that saber tooth, I'm a sabbath
Smokin' weed, I'm an addict
Yeah, that bitch is the baddest, but I don't got the effort in me
I stopped caring about pussy since I was blonde and skinny
Well, I've always been that last part
And if we wanna get realistic, I still care a tad for it
Man, that weed is smelly and it stinks just like an ass fart
I got bars that hit you harder than your fuckin' dab cart
Try and put a label on me, I bet I'll fuckin' break it
Then I'll shove it in your face and cook some damn bacon
I hope all my homies still got some love for me
And if not, this is my love story
Eighteen