Baxter Avenue

(Hol' up)

My dad built houses, my mom painted pictures

They both gave it up once I came into the picture

Me, I'm like them, just a fifty-fifty mixture

My mom rode horses, she wish I had a sister

I prefer the pen to a hammer or a brush

But I build things up and my imagery is lush

I used to play soccer but I never had the touch

Basketball, too, but I ain't love it that much

Much of my time's spent lookin' for a rush

Tryna find somethin' to afford me that feelin'

I fall in love with girls 'cause they physically appealin'

A couple weeks pass and the convos hit a ceilin'

I've smoked a few blunts, Cookies and Runtz

Gotten high enough to know it isn't what I want

Met the celebrities, seen through the fronts

Dated one girl and I've seen two at once

I ain't upset to be inside for some months

And get back in touch with the person that I was

Know I've given too much of my time to the chase

Tryna get in touch with a person that I lust

So this the perfect time to hang it up

Used to sleep until noon now at nine, I'm wakin' up

More time that I'm inside then the less I want to talk

I don't wanna FaceTime, I ain't tryna say, "What's up?"

Careful with the ways that my time is taken up

Bunch of geeks tryna take the shine away from us

Reachin' for critiques and they tryna say I suck

Got me reminiscin' back to a time I gave a

But my skin's gotten thick since then

And my high school crush has done the same thing

So when this blows over and I'm back home

I'ma tell her that I'm really done playin' games

Seven figures on my bank statements

Seven fellas that I'm that stayin' on the same page with

We been shootin' for the stars and our aim's dangerous

Hasn't been a single thing that the gang can't get

My main thing shall remain nameless

Know they ask about her often but I ain't sayin' shit

There's a level of discretion that I'm maintainin'

She don't understand it but she ain't famous

We gon' see who's still around once the game changes

She's a business woman but I got her playin' favorites

You ain't rootin' for me then I gotta make changes

Ex girls watchin' with a lot of fake pages (a lot of fake pages)

My OG showed me what a Plain Jane is

And a bust down is, now I got a hankerin' to spend a few thousand

KY used to take me up to Icebox when he'd get his jewelry cleaned

They would ask if they could help me and I say, "I'm just browsin'"

Juan worked at Enterprise Rentals discounted

Ville to the A and back, we was puttin' miles in

Always wondered to myself if I could really be the leader

Of a group of brown-skinned boys when I'm not brown-skinned

Certain things they grew up on that they get but I don't get

Differences in how we raised make me feel like I don't fit

Not to mention the distance between our parents' houses

Shared some money with 'em so they know I care about 'em

I'm tryna do it right and figure what a fair amount is

But I fantasize 'bout a day that we all swimmin' in it

No contracts and we independent

Stay close, never start a convo with, "It's been a minute"

'Cause it never will be end of sentence

Nemo, that's my right hand, guides me through my indecisions

Vodka in my left hand takes away my inhibitions

Way too gone but I'm wakin' up in mint condition

Ready for whatever, got the troops with me in position