This Is The Way Songtext
Welcome to the Aquarius III Program
Captain's Log: Thomas Quentin (Uh, yeah)
Thinking about purpose, what it means (Uh, uh, yeah)
I used to think goals were a form of purpose
I used to think achieving them is what led you to happiness
And now I'm starting to realize the happiest I've been, even though it's hard
Was actually the journey achieving those goals
Aight, we finna get it like this on bitch one time
Captain's Log: Thomas Quentin (Uh, yeah)
Thinking about purpose, what it means (Uh, uh, yeah)
I used to think goals were a form of purpose
I used to think achieving them is what led you to happiness
And now I'm starting to realize the happiest I've been, even though it's hard
Was actually the journey achieving those goals
Aight, we finna get it like this on bitch one time
6ix, I see you in the control room
9ine
Getting down, sippin' brown almost every night
Thinkin' if I go pop, then I can get right
I went pop, then I got left
Listenin' to Demon Days, I ain't got nothing left
Memories at fifteen, I'm cooking like I'm a chef
Open mic in December, chiefin' reefer now peep the breath
Rhymin' with crack dealers, first time in the studio
And I'm hopin' that they feel this
Spittin' fifteen minutes up on the track
No hook, just bars and that's that
Chillin' with my homie Josh, you know he got the gat
Finna rob a couple cats that robbed him a couple days back
We all black, yeah, we rob 'em in all black
I ain't even, fuck em, bitch don't want to die, now picture that
I rather rap, I rather illustrate iller than any of 'em
Master of Ceremony, nah, nah, ain't many of em I supply that shit that they cookin' over them ovens
Never had one no love me
Never had no one love me
Dad learned how to love me
I had to learn how to love me
Used to put demons above me
Never that nowadays
I got it, I got it, I got it
I'm sitting sideways
Get it right
I'm tryna get it right
Don't overthink it, right
Don't overthink it, just do it, homie
You been right
You know, you've been right
You always had the sight
You always had it
You had the vision to make it right
Tryna get it right
Don't overthink if I
Don't overthink it, just do it, homie
You been right
You know, you've been right
You always had the sight
You always had it
You had the vision to make it right
Aye, never second guess your intuition
You could learn more from the streets
Than you did from your whole tuition
No, I ain't no optometrist but I had the vision
To separate myself from my own division
I studied rap like it was my religion
My lyricism on the track is the illest collision
You know I entered the game like a surgery incision
That's precise
Yeah, that boy nice
Put a bullet in my head if I ain't had this vice
Probably take my life
If I couldn't ask the page for advice
Wouldn't it be nice?
Wouldn't it be nice
If I didn't have to worry
In the middle of the night?
So, so
That's the reason that I write
Wish I had more ink on this page
Rip up the page
Shit was easier back in the day
Just rapping with FaZe
Nowadays, cats take shots
But they never even graze
This is the way
Rappin' till I'm in the grave
Have fun, get paid
Do the album 'bout a slave
But it's really not a slave
It's 'bout how I've been a slave
To the label, to the industry
I've made no enemies, but somehow I still got enemies
Ayo
Tryin' dumb shit just to stay relevant instead of my intuition
At least I used to be, nowadays, I'm used to me
Was scared to reflect
And now I reflect and find correction
And rather less than more like acceptance
Don't overthink (Uh)
Don't overthink
When I do, I over-drink
You know, I over-drink
My favorite rapper just sent me his unreleased album
In the cut, no camera, I wonder what the outcome
Pushin' keys on the piano
Talkin' vocally of course
I murder you all with no remorse
Get it right
I'm tryna get it right
Don't overthink it, right
Don't overthink it, just do it, homie
You been right
You know, you've been right
You always had the sight
You always had it
You had the vision to make it right
Tryna get it right
Don't overthink if I
Don't overthink it, just do it, homie
You been right
You know you've been right
You always had the sight
You always had it
You had the vision to make it right
In the emptiness I felt after having achieved them was
Just based on me equating my value to the end product
Rather than the process of
Being
9ine
Getting down, sippin' brown almost every night
Thinkin' if I go pop, then I can get right
I went pop, then I got left
Listenin' to Demon Days, I ain't got nothing left
Memories at fifteen, I'm cooking like I'm a chef
Open mic in December, chiefin' reefer now peep the breath
Rhymin' with crack dealers, first time in the studio
And I'm hopin' that they feel this
Spittin' fifteen minutes up on the track
No hook, just bars and that's that
Chillin' with my homie Josh, you know he got the gat
Finna rob a couple cats that robbed him a couple days back
We all black, yeah, we rob 'em in all black
I ain't even, fuck em, bitch don't want to die, now picture that
I rather rap, I rather illustrate iller than any of 'em
Master of Ceremony, nah, nah, ain't many of em I supply that shit that they cookin' over them ovens
Never had one no love me
Never had no one love me
Dad learned how to love me
I had to learn how to love me
Used to put demons above me
Never that nowadays
I got it, I got it, I got it
I'm sitting sideways
Get it right
I'm tryna get it right
Don't overthink it, right
Don't overthink it, just do it, homie
You been right
You know, you've been right
You always had the sight
You always had it
You had the vision to make it right
Tryna get it right
Don't overthink if I
Don't overthink it, just do it, homie
You been right
You know, you've been right
You always had the sight
You always had it
You had the vision to make it right
Aye, never second guess your intuition
You could learn more from the streets
Than you did from your whole tuition
No, I ain't no optometrist but I had the vision
To separate myself from my own division
I studied rap like it was my religion
My lyricism on the track is the illest collision
You know I entered the game like a surgery incision
That's precise
Yeah, that boy nice
Put a bullet in my head if I ain't had this vice
Probably take my life
If I couldn't ask the page for advice
Wouldn't it be nice?
Wouldn't it be nice
If I didn't have to worry
In the middle of the night?
So, so
That's the reason that I write
Wish I had more ink on this page
Rip up the page
Shit was easier back in the day
Just rapping with FaZe
Nowadays, cats take shots
But they never even graze
This is the way
Rappin' till I'm in the grave
Have fun, get paid
Do the album 'bout a slave
But it's really not a slave
It's 'bout how I've been a slave
To the label, to the industry
I've made no enemies, but somehow I still got enemies
Ayo
Tryin' dumb shit just to stay relevant instead of my intuition
At least I used to be, nowadays, I'm used to me
Was scared to reflect
And now I reflect and find correction
And rather less than more like acceptance
Don't overthink (Uh)
Don't overthink
When I do, I over-drink
You know, I over-drink
My favorite rapper just sent me his unreleased album
In the cut, no camera, I wonder what the outcome
Pushin' keys on the piano
Talkin' vocally of course
I murder you all with no remorse
Get it right
I'm tryna get it right
Don't overthink it, right
Don't overthink it, just do it, homie
You been right
You know, you've been right
You always had the sight
You always had it
You had the vision to make it right
Tryna get it right
Don't overthink if I
Don't overthink it, just do it, homie
You been right
You know you've been right
You always had the sight
You always had it
You had the vision to make it right
In the emptiness I felt after having achieved them was
Just based on me equating my value to the end product
Rather than the process of
Being
