Light Years (feat. Rick Ross)

J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League

8-8-8-8-8 Bars

I am light years ahead of these n*gg*s

I'm thinkin' bigger, we can link up but we know the difference

Yeah, and I don't move like an industry n*gg*

My life is under a microscope, my chemistry special

Uh, the gangsters angsty in my section

You niggas speak on me, have you leakin' like dirty business

Thirty n*gg*s with .30's on 'em, you act numb

Until them drums touch you, you actin' different

Now who you feelin'? (Brrt)

And I'm ready for whatever, and I'm heavy where you at

So tell me why you mad, y'all can't keep up

And your girl sit in my Benz, then I open up her head

Then I open up her legs, y'all can't keep up

Uh, double M, we forever the legends

Rest in peace to Black and Peanut, they seen my potential

I used to borrow Ross' whips to go pick up some women

Run through Carol City, I'm vicious like I'm Willis McGahee

Been double M for like a decade though

Nobody seein' it from now 'til siempre though

They say I do things, I'm insane and get psycho

I'm pro-Black, my cloth top look like Kente though

I'm gone, wow

And I'm ready for whatever, and I'm heavy where you at

So tell me why you mad, y'all can't keep up

And your girl sit in my Benz, then I open up her head

(I honestly feel like you gotta know your past to know your future)

Then I open up her legs, y'all can't keep up

(You gotta know where you from to know where you're goin')

I'm in the mood to watch my son become a man

Colin Kaepernick scramblin' in the South of France

See the kids in the park, I pray your gun'll jam

Set examples for all the hustlers who holdin' hands

Consequences, at odds with all the older heads

New money, cigars, who really know the ledge?

Earth, Wind and Fire birthed my desire

Cheers to the hustlers, toast to the choir

Waterfall at the crib while the strip dry

Two-hundred-thou' for a show for the tenth time (M-M-M)

Light years, now we trendin' light years

Life sentence for my lil' man, that's light years

Day dreamin', gettin' brain in some nice wheels

And I'm still seein' Trump in all my nightmares

Still won't see enough with all the white sales

No, I still won't see enough with all the white sales

Went from film, now you baggin' up at Trader Joes

Foreclose on your home, that's just the way it goes

Invest in yourself, blessed for light years

Versace or Huarache in my new Nike gear

Light years, light years

Versace or Huaraches in my new Nike gear (Wow, M-M-Maybach Music)

And I'm ready for whatever, and I'm heavy where you at

So tell me why you mad, y'all can't keep up

And your girl sit in my Benz, then I open up her head

Then I open up her legs, y'all can't keep up