WASHED (PROD. BY SHAWN WASABI)

i put them on the wave,

but today im feelin washed and off my game,

today i feel my age,

i feel so ancient,

they say asian don’t raisin,

went from young and the dangerous,

to making all of my payments,

when i get wasted as shit,

it take two days to get fixed,

they ask me whats your skin regiment,

bitch i drank like a fish,

i done did everything anything all in my teens,

uppers, downers, and all in between,

gave lovers the boot and given them rings,

from baggy to skinny with all of my jeans,

15 seconds of shine

turn into six seconds on the vine,

now its real fake in real time,

acting hella extra on their live, stupid!

little homie flexin thats cute,

they see my mural, like thats you,

old man but everything brand new,

better cuff yo girl i still pull,

i mind my business, y’all start wars,

im michael jackson eatin popcorn,

but keep testin and talk more,

i’ll send that ass to the chalk board,

i put them on the wave,

but today im feelin washed and off my game,

and i feel my age,

never played it S-A-F-E,

and i never let it stress me,

shoot my shot like smith and wesson,

up until they come arrest me,

they keeping up the pace,

but nothing stays the same,

yesterday i rage, but today i feel my age,

whats my age again, umm

whats your name again, hmm,

used to open up, now the main event,

if i could rage again than i would,

go and peep the atm, look

yea i feed the fam like i should,

i still represent the same hood,

i’ll forever, ever, stay put, KTOWN!

A an r’d the hardest artist,

but you’d never know cause im modest,

true i never signed on the dotted,

but came out the game cum laude,

dearly departed,

y’all were like hot for a minute, but you wasn’t on it, shoulda been honest,

you were so busy just lookin at comments,

runnin through thotties and ran into problems,

still don’t have a lambo , but im eatin well at nandos,

walk in clubs with my sandals, pull some strings like it’s its a banjo

I could prolly clear a sample, old enough to be a sample,

i just want a couple thank yous, and watch them bow down to my ankles,

i put them on the wave,

but today im feelin washed and off my game,

and i feel my age,

never played it S-A-F-E,

and i never let it stress me,

shoot my shot like smith and wesson,

up until they come arrest me,

they keeping up the pace,

but nothing stays the same,

yesterday i rage, but today i feel my age,

if they forget my name,

wouldn’t feel no type of way,

smile up on my face, but today i feel my age,

did what i came to do,

got nothing left to prove,

im cashing out my youth but today i feel my age,