Zach Graves - In A Minute Lyrics

Yo 40 million stories choose one
If you still in need of more to believe then that's your problem
Trynna judge based on outcomes they matter none
When the next day all that you worked for can come undone
In the matter of a microsecond
Learned some tough lessons
I got sense at an small age learned how to smell micro aggressions
Oh you not happy to see me here well then
You gonna have to learn to deal with it or get to the steppin
I mean Harlem's what I'm reppin, not where I'm from it's where I'm living
Mr. Patton taught me it's not about where you from but where you pay rent
That goes for many reasons
Could see how they deceiving
Believe in what you believe in
Just know if you look like me
They might be on your ass this evening
And we don't want that
Them scars run deep and you ain't trained for no clap back
Just for that blap blap
And a black man in a black bag
By a white sheet with a dunce cap
The softest of sheets could be the illest
Don't know what it could be filled with, the kids or the killers
Either way it's deadly
I made it this far hope I make it to 70
If I don't make it that far hope wherever I go just accepts me
Always been more of this feels right than the type to get lucky like lefty
You ain't been the cause in a minute
Better get you some of that you can call yours when it's finished
At times my attitude upsets me
The weight of getting a bag can get hefty
And getting an even bigger one gets heavy
(We rather be on a private isles)
We rather be on a private isles, doing donuts on jet skis, you get me
Intuition been efficient
Production is way more consistent
I'ma get it in this instant
Can't take for granted existing
Want us hanging like a pendant
When you black that be your sentence
And I ain't into these fake ass friendships with the people that envy
Aww, aww we the sauce, we the sauce, we the faucet, we the boss, we the truth
Trae would say the same too
We got the juice, the drip, the bag, the cool that swag
That shit you wish you had
See you praying for the time that I take my last
That hate so played out
Might as well lay it down
I've been impressed with your progress you taking over the whole town
And that could be good or bad just depending on where you at
But still gotta make a decision on where you really stand, you know
You ain't been the cause in a minute
Better get you some of that you can call yours when it's finished

Yo 40 million stories choose one
If you still in need of more to believe then that's your problem
Trynna judge based on outcomes they matter none
When the next day all that you worked for can come undone
In the matter of a microsecond
Learned some tough lessons
I got sense at an small age learned how to smell micro aggressions
Oh you not happy to see me here well then
You gonna have to learn to deal with it or get to the steppin
I mean Harlem's what I'm reppin, not where I'm from it's where I'm living
Mr. Patton taught me it's not about where you from but where you pay rent
That goes for many reasons
Could see how they deceiving
Believe in what you believe in
Just know if you look like me
They might be on your ass this evening
And we don't want that
Them scars run deep and you ain't trained for no clap back
Just for that blap blap
And a black man in a black bag
By a white sheet with a dunce cap
The softest of sheets could be the illest
Don't know what it could be filled with, the kids or the killers
Either way it's deadly
I made it this far hope I make it to 70
If I don't make it that far hope wherever I go just accepts me
Always been more of this feels right than the type to get lucky like lefty
You ain't been the cause in a minute
Better get you some of that you can call yours when it's finished
At times my attitude upsets me
The weight of getting a bag can get hefty
And getting an even bigger one gets heavy
(We rather be on a private isles)
We rather be on a private isles, doing donuts on jet skis, you get me
Intuition been efficient
Production is way more consistent
I'ma get it in this instant
Can't take for granted existing
Want us hanging like a pendant
When you black that be your sentence
And I ain't into these fake ass friendships with the people that envy
Aww, aww we the sauce, we the sauce, we the faucet, we the boss, we the truth
Trae would say the same too
We got the juice, the drip, the bag, the cool that swag
That shit you wish you had
See you praying for the time that I take my last
That hate so played out
Might as well lay it down
I've been impressed with your progress you taking over the whole town
And that could be good or bad just depending on where you at
But still gotta make a decision on where you really stand, you know
You ain't been the cause in a minute
Better get you some of that you can call yours when it's finished