Dear 2017 lyrics

I had to remember who I was
I almost forgot how special I was
I had to change my way of seeing things
My way of feeling things

I'm sick of all your bullsh*t
Sick of all your bullsh*t
Sick of all your bullsh*t
Sick of all your bullsh*t
You gone make me f*ck around and find a better you
You gone make me f*ck around and find a better you, (x2)

Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
(I'm smoking la la la)
I'm on my grind what can I say
Don't waste my motherf*ckin' time f*ck up my day
(I'm smoking la la la)
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
Last night sh*t was mad fly, we got mad high
Keep it movin', let 'em pass by, no more bad vibes
Oh I'm anti, actin' like a giant I'm, so sorry you can't fly
I'm all across the whole damn sky
When sh*t get hard I hold hands with god
Like imma need the whole answer dog
That's the thought, that's the art, that's the darkness talkin' to you
That's the spark that often move in all maneuvers
Connoisseurs from the sewer, f*ck your sewers
What the f*ck did you do to movers
Heard you been talkin' that sh*t, we in love with the beautiful rumors
I gotta house with some beautiful rooms
When I need space I don't pay these n*ggas no mind I'm a cheapskate, said you was gone take me out, well n*gga I'm a cheap date
Your b*tch know I like to eat grapes, Yall n*ggas so f*ckin' crooked, Yall can't even look at me straight, Kobe should've studied these tapes, came back and made the east great
I should make you little motherf*ckers walk to juniors just to get me cheesecake, (oh lord one of these days)
I'm way to lit for how n*ggas is livin', when I'm on this mic all you n*ggas is Pippin, who the f*ck told you this sh*t will be different, I beg to differ, I said the difficult things, I held the culture down, no lyin' when you got pride you gotta kill 'em here come the vultures now, pass that smoke around say who got the dopest sound
You could search the f*ckin' sky and never get the ocean ground
15 mixtapes hold It down, man go give lil' bro the crown, this sh*t almost over now my metaphors is over nouns

(know its going down 2017 yeahh)
How we pretend I'm not the f*ckin' king
The year is 2017, dear 2017, dear all yall queer rappers fear 2017
n*ggas on the bench and I be comin' with a vengeance yeah
I'm straight up out the hood my n*gga runnin' through the trenches
Thumbin' through the Benjamin's ain't many men make it this far
I son sun then I sh*t stars out
When I'm p*ssed off that'll bring the big dog out
You a lil' pup pup, this a big dog house
You a big dog now, we some G.I. Joe's
See the G yall see ain't the G I know
I know your whole MO you a GMO
OMG, I'm the CFO
You a skateboard, I'm a UFO
Damn, King Los, what you do that fo'
I'm sick of all your bullsh*t
Sick of all your bullsh*t
Sick of all your bullsh*t
Sick of all your bullsh*t
You gone make me f*ck around and find a better you
You gone make me f*ck around and find a better you, (x2)

Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
(I'm smoking la la la)
I'm on my grind what can I say
Don't waste my motherf*ckin' time f*ck up my day
(I'm smoking la la la)
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on
Whatchu smokin' on