konceptjones
The one between three and three.
Nigga just turned 45
That's way too young to be having old nigga problems.
Seven days in a week
Eat a steak, every plate, it's a feast
Watch your weight, no mistakes in the least
Or else you too will dig a grave with your teeth
I wish that I could fit in these expensive genes
A waistline that'll rip the seams
And pharmaceuticals that sit between
Your heart medicine, cough medicine, blood thinners, and antihistamines
We got an oceanfront view, but scope is so limited
'Cause young niggas be dyin' of old nigga shit
Wifey sleepin' in the guest room 'cause you snore at night
It’s like 40 years old is three quarters of life
Our biggest fears were shots and armed robbery
Now the biggest fears are clots and oncology
Got a sleep app to tell you you got sleep apnea
He all in your sheets with a CPAP
Wish that I could fit in these expensive genes
I don’t like this cut, it’s like the Lord got my order wrong
3 a.m., stress-eating, laying down on it
Now your blood sugar is borderline Bordelon
Seen 'em rise, I seen 'em fall
I’ve seen the dreams of fiends and scenes of war
Inside my mind, it ain’t nothin' serene, it’s called Blackness
The most expensive gene of all