2005 Songtext
Oh shit!
Y'all know what time it is!
It's Rap Dylan
Woo!
2005, I felt too alive (Too alive)
Losing track of time how I'm on the fly (On the fly)
Who would know I would turn from that kid into the guy? (To the guy)
I just wonder why, what if we could press rewind?
Y'all know what time it is!
It's Rap Dylan
Woo!
2005, I felt too alive (Too alive)
Losing track of time how I'm on the fly (On the fly)
Who would know I would turn from that kid into the guy? (To the guy)
I just wonder why, what if we could press rewind?
What if we could stop it? What if y'all could stop me?
I wonder what would happen if y'all didn't carbon copy
All each other's clothes, all each other flows
All y'all look alike, all y'all sound the same
Me? It ain't even close
Let me talk my shit, promise I could back it up
I could do anything if I want it bad enough, uh
I'm great in any lane, how you only cool in one?
I'm going stupid dumb, rappin', sing
I'm two for one (Two for one)
2005, I felt too alive (Too alive)
Losing track of time how I'm on the fly (On the fly)
Who would know I'd turn from that kid into the guy? (To the guy)
I just wonder why, what if we could press re—
Hold up, hold up, wait!
Y'all still rappin'?
I told y'all to quit!
Y'all, go pick up a book Go pick up a career
'Cause this rap's nothin' for you!
In 2005, I used to wanna rap like L
Thirteen and I'm learning 'bout how to act myself
Crazy how that's almost half my life ago
The cycle goes around my pipes
It's so astoundin', but I rap like hell
Turn it off, y'all be sounding like a four still
Been smooth, I had ten tapes before it selled
And that was three years back
I only dreamed of how a tour feel
Now I'm touching road like a Porsche wheel
With a force field, collect a bag at every stop
I turn my man to my TM
I know we'll pass it when I pop in
I got long range, I was never passive with the shot
Nobody fucking with me how I'm making magic when I drop, yeah
It's hella sad they'll never have me up at hot
'Cause I'm a savage with the raps
But I make smashes with the pops
So they pack me in a box
Yo, it's actually obnoxious, I'm
Bruno smooth, but I be snapping when I'm locked in
Plus I'm sick of all these half-assed has-beens
Hashtag I ain't seen a rapper really spaz yet
If I present it, you the future in the past tense
The facts is, you be tight—even past tense
I'm super holy with the dough, it's like religion to me
Been holding up my own and nothing gon' be given to me
I'm Vinny Chase, take a look, don't need to plead my case
I come with Ari Gold and tell 'em we gon' win the race
A different show, a different state, we eatin' bigger plates
You want the smoke and got the dough? We can get that arranged
Been self-employed for 25 years, it's Dove
Vanilla boy, and I bring the noise
That's sort of why I'm here
And I got homies in higher positions
Not to get wild specific
But I write my records in hieroglyphics
I get in touch with the gods when I look up into the mirror
If I was friends with L. Ron, I couldn't get any clearer
My shawty buggin' like when Tom Cruise was couch jumpin'
The Top Gun with the stuntin', I hear your mouth runnin'
You see my name on the record, just know the bounce comin'
I've seen it all at this point, don't ever doubt nothin'
I wonder what would happen if y'all didn't carbon copy
All each other's clothes, all each other flows
All y'all look alike, all y'all sound the same
Me? It ain't even close
Let me talk my shit, promise I could back it up
I could do anything if I want it bad enough, uh
I'm great in any lane, how you only cool in one?
I'm going stupid dumb, rappin', sing
I'm two for one (Two for one)
2005, I felt too alive (Too alive)
Losing track of time how I'm on the fly (On the fly)
Who would know I'd turn from that kid into the guy? (To the guy)
I just wonder why, what if we could press re—
Hold up, hold up, wait!
Y'all still rappin'?
I told y'all to quit!
Y'all, go pick up a book Go pick up a career
'Cause this rap's nothin' for you!
In 2005, I used to wanna rap like L
Thirteen and I'm learning 'bout how to act myself
Crazy how that's almost half my life ago
The cycle goes around my pipes
It's so astoundin', but I rap like hell
Turn it off, y'all be sounding like a four still
Been smooth, I had ten tapes before it selled
And that was three years back
I only dreamed of how a tour feel
Now I'm touching road like a Porsche wheel
With a force field, collect a bag at every stop
I turn my man to my TM
I know we'll pass it when I pop in
I got long range, I was never passive with the shot
Nobody fucking with me how I'm making magic when I drop, yeah
It's hella sad they'll never have me up at hot
'Cause I'm a savage with the raps
But I make smashes with the pops
So they pack me in a box
Yo, it's actually obnoxious, I'm
Bruno smooth, but I be snapping when I'm locked in
Plus I'm sick of all these half-assed has-beens
Hashtag I ain't seen a rapper really spaz yet
If I present it, you the future in the past tense
The facts is, you be tight—even past tense
I'm super holy with the dough, it's like religion to me
Been holding up my own and nothing gon' be given to me
I'm Vinny Chase, take a look, don't need to plead my case
I come with Ari Gold and tell 'em we gon' win the race
A different show, a different state, we eatin' bigger plates
You want the smoke and got the dough? We can get that arranged
Been self-employed for 25 years, it's Dove
Vanilla boy, and I bring the noise
That's sort of why I'm here
And I got homies in higher positions
Not to get wild specific
But I write my records in hieroglyphics
I get in touch with the gods when I look up into the mirror
If I was friends with L. Ron, I couldn't get any clearer
My shawty buggin' like when Tom Cruise was couch jumpin'
The Top Gun with the stuntin', I hear your mouth runnin'
You see my name on the record, just know the bounce comin'
I've seen it all at this point, don't ever doubt nothin'
