Done

Intro : B.Y.A. from all over the world, I'm done with it
Verse 1 : Somedays big rings means everything, but mostly nothing changes without saying anything. My game ain't cool enough, my style ain't groove enough, and my pockets ain't filled enough. Still I've managed to gain just enough ( really it's amazing but it still sucks). Looking all around me, I'm seeing young millennials looking fancy all Pansy Nancy like soft candy, Laffy taffy sweet and good, but not manly. That's what I don't see in most kids these days. See what they do and act all tough with a crew, but when they by themselves their image is overdue. I'm feeling like the old, but still act like the young, I guess growing up too fast is part of seeing other people wake up like it's all done. Done and sick trying to fit in, I never tried, maybe when I was young, but I was dumb as a gun. 10 years later smartphones and Pads makes 2007 long overdone. How many years ya'll think we gone tell the same old story. I got flashbacks just in case I remind myself of all the glory. I wrote too many songs of rage and pain. Another one, this time for the small kids who ain't even big enough as the bridge of Brooklyn. I'm done with punks that move around like skunks. Smell like the air of weed as the hot breeze blunts. D.O.N.E. is what I really front, but never a doubt in my mind that most people don't learn their lesson as the the whole record stunt. Done
Hook : Please, tell me what the deal is with ya'll ( I'm Done with this shit) You know our problem and they know ours
Verse 2: Year 1980 to 2017 is major difference between me. Not even born in the 80's which felt like the time to be. A 90's kid like me is glad enough to see, and claim the decade of hip hop as the time to be free. Clear vocals and clear rhymes is all I ever wanted it to be. I can barely understand them now, something wrong with the voice. Sounding too paranoid like forced to swallow something big enough as a foot with no choice. Dressed in dresses, and pants rip with no guesses. Style with the so called phrase " the ratchet" makes all these bitches look like ho's dressed like duchesses. Just about done with everyone else, I'm trying to do my own thang. Eyez glued on I phone number 6 leaving every else hanging all alone. Long line same shit no difference does it make, just give me a brake I just want some good cake. More coming fresh out of high school I need another break as well. Looking down on them, I can tell they gone feel the left out zone in the distance like a casted spell. I'm done
Hook : Please, tell me what the deal is with ya'll ( I'm Done with this shit) You know our problem and they know ours
Verse 3: I was born in this city too many people acting like they know me. Not even from here do they know what I pity. The ones not from the B.Y.A. put stay somewhere else trapped like it was K.I.A. Grows to show what set they represent, acting like they from here or there with no intent. Put that location on, but how far along is he. And while SHE takes him to the city, they all claiming they miss me. What are they talking about, they not even from here. Get away from the local folk they'll put you on the ground and you'll fear the scare. Except that one miss pretty. You know I love San Bruno, San Mateo, and Daly City. I'll take you on tour and show you the whole state like it was California Love how about that missy. Back to phase one I'm still raging about how I'm done with today and it isn't so fun. I'm Done
Hook : Please, tell me what the deal is with ya'll ( I'm Done with this shit) You know our problem and they know ours