Текст песни seventeen (feat. Insane Shinobi) - 1800caleb

Underestimated kinda shy, put ya fingers to the sky
Smoking dope with ghost face, with a shotty by his side
My rhymes might make ya momma cry
Dining with the finest wives
Stutter when I speak
Verbal sword been delirious
I was only seventeen
But the vision was luxurious
I'm getting busy, my phone buzzing like she curious
She still calling sayin' rap accelerate my downfall
Now my voice make the crowd go through withdraws
Caleb gonna fuck his life up, he better hurry up
Don't rush me, everyday I think a Glock ain't enough
It's the casket king, grave digging holes to Beijing
I like my lil shorty with a glam of Asian zing
Black clothes left emotions standing with the bankroll
Gorey like when Scarface, meets a Tarantino
Mr. nice guy only aiming at the sky
But now I only got time to see the c-notes multiply
Gave the education four years and what it give me
A understanding motion of the game and how to MC
Felt stranded, like my god had abandoned me
Tango with the future ain't romancing me
Take ya Chances G

Looking at myself in the mirror lean on the vanity
Reflection telling me to reminisce upon the younger me
At seventeen I had a dream to sing on TV screens
But I ain't say a thing because society said chase degrees
Listen to me and never sleep
Sit up straight
Go and read
Keep your hair short in length
Or you won't succeed
I couldn't see myself in the life that they choose me
Cause the straight and narrow felt
Like an arrow piercing my lungs the bleeding
Would be the death of me because for me breathing is musically
Sending these melody heavenly
Voices as if the
Lord had sent em
Prayed that I never go astray
And on that day I said no way I ain't no fucking slave
They say my place is either pawn, a bishop or a king
But fuck all that shit cause from this day forward I ain't playing games
I'm not your dawg I'm not your fucking homie
I just see you in the hallways you don't fucking know me
Shawty place palm on my shoulder with gentle hands
I'm not your pal, I'm not your buddy, I'm not your fucking mans
You would never know the way I feel cause on command
I just pretend like I'm somebody else a clown is what I am
They could see it in my eyes but they don't look enough
Wear a smile all day then I go home and I wipe it off