The Sophomores - Maybe Not lyrics

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The Sophomores - Maybe Not lyrics

Verse 1: VeuveRAY I'm really a quiet guy that likes National Geographic Tattoos on women, smokin' blunts in traffic I turn down, then turn up in the span of a minute n***as did get older, mad parties, plenty women By the age of 26 got me thinkin' like I'm 30 I need a gold tank, so I'm thinkin' like I'm Percy Got a big circle, but no new n***as Just different states, different countries and true k**ers I get 100 deep, just to ring the alarms And walk the streets like Malcolm when Brother Johnson was harmed Homies went to dressin' like women, y'all still Doubt Fire That's why I'm just paintin' pictures like Stephen Wiltshire I got bars that'll make you wanna Google sh** And I got broads that'll make you wanna lose ya b**h It's not far between dreams and what soon exists When you work smart and leave the hard for the stupid kids I love LA, donuts from Winchells And a queen that breaks down buds of kush on a big bill She sent her baby daddy out to get a Kids Meal Just to let me get her number and to see her tits are real We in Long Beach smokin' with the OG's Or out Harlem gettin' dour by the OZ I been writin' prolific sh** since 0-3 Still rockin' Jordans OG's, sippin' Old E My n***a Jus hit me up and he told me "it's time to take the game", and I'm down as the Co-D Verse 2: Au JuS Bless-ed is them students that can teach you somethin' Stoppin' that f** sh**, but making sure the reefer's comin' Remainin' calm even though the Reaper's comin' I sat and wondered...dug deep until I rediscovered repercussions I try to do right, but the Preacher struggles It's hard to get off the beaten path When you can't even reap percussions Beating to my own drum, 25 and unsung High-strung and hungover on instrumentals, with a humdrum mental Ridin' waves that Noah's Ark couldn't get thru But it ain't no issue Nope Shiiiit Fear not, uh uh, for Him know That even thugs create tear-drenched pillows Wipin' they nose, bustin' a 'rillo, tryna smoke the pain away Lost in them clouds, cuz we're searchin' for a brighter day So what are you reflectin'? Is it oppression, is it oppression, is it obsession? What's the best at naming you? It don't matter dog, cuz nowadays they all interchangable And synonymous The real war is within, what you conquerin'? And excuse me if I'm hittin' home But my mind don't know, where these rhymes might go All I know is I had to lose myself to find my soul Bridge: And I don't know how it started, but y'all gon' let me finish Soph*mores 'til the endin' and new beginning (3x) And I don't know how it started....