And this is probably the most difficult as far as what we’re doing.
That’s gonna make you regret it even more when you get older… I met Formz down the shore a bunch of summers way back On the boardwalk, we smoked a couple blunts under that He gave mе his CD, that night, I was bumping his tracks Was fascinated how someone likе me could come up with that We freestyled while we were drunk, I was mumblin crap Formz told me I could do somethin with that I was hyped when we left, we were stumblin back To the shore house, I threw a shot of Rumple Minze back We drank Coors Lite, and we smoked blunts that were fat Then me and Tai got our ducks sucked in the back When I got back, you would’ve thought I was from the Stat Every sentence I said for the next month, ended with “son” after that Weeks later, I seen his name pop up on my jack (Son, we’re going to record, do you wanna come rap?) I grabbed 4 dub sacks and some Dutches to match JP came and got me and Petrone, we jumped in the back My first time recording something, it was tough to relax Ironically, Petrone had some chick rubbin his back It was fate, I can’t explain it any way other than that The studio became the place I was most comfortable at That 187 album was my introductory act I lied on that tape, but now I spit nothing but facts OSR started to form a couple months after that And every beat I’ve been on since then has been under attack And it was all for nothing, felt like I was stuck in a trap I left the game, didn’t think I was gonna come back The passion for rap was somethin I lacked And that convo that we had is what brought me back And it was nothing for you to let me come jump on your tracks It meant everything, I can’t thank you enough just for that Who would’ve thought a stranger would become my brother from rap Years later, finally makin a tape, fuck it, we back… All I had to do was fucking come here 3 or 4 times? In fucking, in a short span of time? In fucking a years span of time? (I know son, and here’s what’s even more crazy is like we know it, right? So you could fuck up and regret it, but to KNOW that you’re fucking up, and to KNOW that you’re gonna regret it, and still not do it!? Like, that’s some dumb shit.