Sean Leon – 25 & Whyln Lyrics

[Part 1]
If I don’t get it dog it’s suicide
So f*ck that chill shit y’all, it’s do or die
f*ck you doin’ living life like you got two of ’em
Ain’t no do-overs
On some nights I fight myself like there was two of us
But it’s only me, but that’s all we need
Flowing over beats, till we overseas
Was undiscovered in the suburbs somewhere smoking weed
Maui from the deep, yeah
Made it to V.I.P. with no I.D
Ain’t had a mentor either, ain’t had a No I.D
And y’all got no idea, times were dire, my mom was tired
At times I feared I’d never find it here
Truth be told I had to find a mirror
See when I found myself, I found eternal wealth
Now in turn, closing chapters and turning pages
Really touching paper

[Part 2]
Everybody know I body flows, a verse cost an arm and a leg
This is my karma again, I’m talking to God once again
Grew up from boys to be men, now we all at war on The Ends
I was at war ever since, I was a boy that was sent
Contraband, exchanging hands
Damn young nigga feed the fam now
Might pull your bitch off the Gram now
I’m going postal, don’t need a stamp or a handout
Yeah, they say that I act like the man, it’s a fact I’m the man now
Yeah, ain’t gotta act like the man, it’s a fact I’m the man
Airing out the AirBnB, ’cause we ain’t ‘posed to smoke there
I was gonna hit the club but I’m antisocial
So I made some calls and had the hoes come over, yeah
I want porches, rovers, mansions, islands
For the cash, resort to violence, I’m 25 and whyln
I’m with your wife, she at the crib so much
She got the password for the wireless
We been connected for a while, I guess
I guess I make her smile and shit, yeah, ayy
She act like she innocent, I swear that she into sin
Yeah, she gwan’ like she industry, yeah, yeah

Sometimes I stare at the mirror, just ’cause I love what I’m seeing
I hit the blunt in the mirror, just ’cause I love what I’m seeing
I count ’em, stacking up, mirror, love what I’m seeing
I f*ck yo bitch in the mirror, just ’cause I love what I’m seeing
Sometimes I stare at the mirror, just cause I love what I’m seeing
I hit the blunt in the mirror, just ’cause I love what I’m seeing
I count ’em, stacking up, mirror, love what I’m seeing
I f*ck yo bitch in the mirror, just ’cause I love what I’m seeing

Sometimes I stare at the mirror, just ’cause I love what I’m seeing
I hit the blunt in the mirror, just ’cause I love what I’m seeing
Sometimes I stare at the mirror, just ’cause I love what I’m seeing
I see myself and my demons, we have one hell of a meeting
I hit the blunt and inhale, in the middle of hell what I’m breathing
Sometimes I stare at the ceiling and pray for a million

Sometimes I look to the sky like there’s answers there
Sometimes I look passed the clouds for my ancestors
But that’s just backwood smoke, that’s just cancer there
If I can’t see clear how will eye? If I can’t see clear

If they don’t fight fair why will I? I wield mine like Jedi
Or Jet L-i, flight red eye, eyes red eye, left my visor
Y’all advisors need advice and have my vice is no advice

[Speaking Interlude: Bijan Amir]
Ho-ho, yeah
Oh yes, oh yes, let’s recap shall we?
He wow’d you once, he just wow’d you again
Will he wow you a third time? (hehehe)
I guess you’re gonna have to find out next time
On King and Sufferin, sneak preview though
He’s gonna wow you a third time

Can’t come with me this time
You can’t come with me this time!
Can’t come with me this time, not this time
You cannot!
Can’t come with me this time
Can’t come with me this time, not this time

[Part 3]
Relax, relax, relax
(I ain’t famous) Pull up, hop out, pop up, pick a pack up, had to make the drop offs
(I might snap) Had no backup but I had to double back to hit the block up
(Might get dangerous) Got it poppin’ on the low but that’s all you need to know
(I ain’t famous) All you really need to know is when I leave you need to go
(I might snap) I told my ting I don’t like labels, why these people want to sign me?
(Might get dangerous) I took a chance now I’m a rapper, controversial like the [nineties]
(I ain’t famous) If you’re coming for me, you know I’m coming from where niggas known for nothin’
I’ma kill for mine to feed the fam, call that war and buffet
Getting paid nigga, Warren Buffett

Let it read I tried
Before I leave, before I leave
I bleed, I cry

[SILENCE]

[Part 4: Steve Harvey / Family Feud]
I was just a student
Now you look like food and yeah
Hunger got me moving
Hunger got me moving
Hunger got me moving
I might start a movement, like Tha Carter 2

[Part 5: Hollywood Tarantino Flow]
I feel the frost, it’s winter, hop off the porch
Come back in a Porsche waving the torch
Blowing smoke out the compound with the cartel
White girl riding shotgun if the cops come
Strive, I sit back and I pop one
Flow like making out with a shotgun
Mark my words until the shots come
I’ll probably hit a wall before the stop button
I told Jay f*ck with his day job
By that night we were in Hollywood
I be knowing that they be hating on me
Low-key, true say though it’s high-key
Know they hating, no they don’t like me
But they gon’ wheel it like they were biking
I recite and then they bite it
Told my ting when I touchdown I’ma spike

Smoking at the party ’cause I’m anxious
Can’t let my guard down ’cause its dangerous
If I don’t see the angles it is angels
Rest in peace, they’re hungry and they are angered
Don’t sip no Jäger, I’m sober, voice on my shoulder, remember
They were killing all summer, won’t see the sun in November
Won’t see your seed in December, missing your presence
They say the presence a gift

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