[Verse 1: Laws]
I’m on the overnight plane ride, I’m trying to balance two lives at the same time
I used to think I made a killing with the same rhymes
Till the bigger picture made me change my frame of mind
But they yelling out stop Laws, it’s like they thought I went pop ‘cause I popped off
I’m on your radar only just to drop off, them other cats is chicken
And this the hot sauce, it makes ‘em go down easier
You lack vision then wonder why I Stevie ya
And this song written in the key of life, I take it back to the days of Pedialyte
‘Cause now my mother is my friend and I need her advice
If I make money, who cares if I read or write? And rap is paid writers
Then pay lawyers to read, I don’t do either plus we all can agree
That I brought happiness in the homeland
[Hook]
I been long gone, I’m on my way home but I didn’t forget you
I never forget that I been around the world and I let ‘em know my hometown
I ain’t forget to, we from the middle of nowhere, there’s no place like home
[Verse 2: Laws]
With these hands, I create words that they’ll talk about on C-Span
And teenage Laws really trying to see Japan
2011 Laws really trying to see his fam
It’s either Fuji or the movies with my nephew
Stonehenge and great times with old friends
I bet you if you were in the same position
You would be after greener grass when you moving so fast
That they barely see your past when friends stop calling
‘Cause they see your progress on a blog site, thinking that it’s alright
And when my brother went to war, it wasn’t on nahright
Every day, the chance is betted that I won’t be called Mike
But even when that Laws’ sound is too hot to handle
I still be food shopping in publics with my socks and sandals
When the shawty at the register scan, she’ll skip a few items
‘Cause she a fan and I brought that happiness in the homeland
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Laws]
So I’m bringing that happiness, I’ll gladly get ya the trophy
‘Cause we ain’t had a Grammy yet and this kid used to never dress out for phys ED
He would diss the teacher and sit on the bleachers instead
Making music, not the type they teach in any class, that ain’t no Sousa March
That ain’t no Pledge the Flag, this for my high school sweetheart
I miss ya, the dust you left me in turned into a twister
I’m still the same OG, sounding like a younger you but still the same old me
This is for the alley by the dollar flicks, beat boxing, freestyles
How we got it in, oh how I got it then, dissed ‘em but they all loved it
Years from now, they’ll probably get paid tours of it
They couldn’t cage a classic, I fought in the prison and left the jail
And then came back as the warden, bringing that happiness in the homeland
[Hook]
I’m on the overnight plane ride, I’m trying to balance two lives at the same time
I used to think I made a killing with the same rhymes
Till the bigger picture made me change my frame of mind
But they yelling out stop Laws, it’s like they thought I went pop ‘cause I popped off
I’m on your radar only just to drop off, them other cats is chicken
And this the hot sauce, it makes ‘em go down easier
You lack vision then wonder why I Stevie ya
And this song written in the key of life, I take it back to the days of Pedialyte
‘Cause now my mother is my friend and I need her advice
If I make money, who cares if I read or write? And rap is paid writers
Then pay lawyers to read, I don’t do either plus we all can agree
That I brought happiness in the homeland
[Hook]
I been long gone, I’m on my way home but I didn’t forget you
I never forget that I been around the world and I let ‘em know my hometown
I ain’t forget to, we from the middle of nowhere, there’s no place like home
[Verse 2: Laws]
With these hands, I create words that they’ll talk about on C-Span
And teenage Laws really trying to see Japan
2011 Laws really trying to see his fam
It’s either Fuji or the movies with my nephew
Stonehenge and great times with old friends
I bet you if you were in the same position
You would be after greener grass when you moving so fast
That they barely see your past when friends stop calling
‘Cause they see your progress on a blog site, thinking that it’s alright
And when my brother went to war, it wasn’t on nahright
Every day, the chance is betted that I won’t be called Mike
But even when that Laws’ sound is too hot to handle
I still be food shopping in publics with my socks and sandals
When the shawty at the register scan, she’ll skip a few items
‘Cause she a fan and I brought that happiness in the homeland
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Laws]
So I’m bringing that happiness, I’ll gladly get ya the trophy
‘Cause we ain’t had a Grammy yet and this kid used to never dress out for phys ED
He would diss the teacher and sit on the bleachers instead
Making music, not the type they teach in any class, that ain’t no Sousa March
That ain’t no Pledge the Flag, this for my high school sweetheart
I miss ya, the dust you left me in turned into a twister
I’m still the same OG, sounding like a younger you but still the same old me
This is for the alley by the dollar flicks, beat boxing, freestyles
How we got it in, oh how I got it then, dissed ‘em but they all loved it
Years from now, they’ll probably get paid tours of it
They couldn’t cage a classic, I fought in the prison and left the jail
And then came back as the warden, bringing that happiness in the homeland
[Hook]
Track 7 on Yesterday's Future
