KA - Years lyrics

"The love for the craft. That is my motivation and my stimulation. That's why the money comes. It's because you're so dedicated to what you're doing, to what you should be, that money automatically...because your mind is not on money, it's on that craft. You work diligently, you work consistently, you work dedicated, and it returns to you, believe me, tenfold." Since it took me a long time to get here Y'know, it's gone take me a long time to leave [Hook] It's been years and years and years and years Took years and years and years and years Put in years and years and years and years I'll be here years and years and years and years [Verse] No safe place to lay your head Eating mutton, teeth cutting through day-old bread Only once broken can it be spoken whole-hearted Burying pain's why I remain so guarded Would hurt you, in some circles got the illest rep Where I bet my silhouette still a threat Was moving like a k**er with impunity Now I'm a proven pillar in the community Took a hundred mans missing to transition Bold lines, closed minds can't listen Follow rules then the ghouls can't lure him Wanna duel then the j**els ain't for him

Years long, years fast Years gone, years past Years cold, years liver Years old, years wiser This side of the tracks, providing facts is core essential Would bring quick swing now tactics more mental In the hood we could and would deliver hate Was gutter soldiers not mothered over, deliberate Thinking man of stinking clan, I'm still a ape Food for thought... should've brought a bigger plate This ain't swine-rhyming, it's fine dining Was raw by the liquor store, but I ain't whining No sense to buffer, was meant to suffer The dark made for better art to dispense and usher Built from pain tilt your frame, now a level head Won't see me being greedy--I fed usted Versatile, birthed a style, damn post-partum Wavy, need a navy, can't coast guard him Not a diluted, concentrate Lotta fly movement, concentrate Super thug catch ruger slug, fear's motive Faith endured, face obscured, tears coated Was a arm to target Some bolted, knowing I'll do harm to starboard Had a rough road, my goal calmed the carsick Now I'm juicing, getting loose in the farmers market Trying to live