Late Night Convos by Antone Lyrics
[Intro: AnTone]
Yeah. Welcome to the tape
It's your boy, AnTone. Let's get it
[Verse 1: AnTone]
Yeah. Late night convos looking at the cosmos
I'm on my grind repping for the Mexicanos
Since when did we stop being Americanos?
I'd say you treat us like shit, but nah we just the compost
We gotta make a statement, man. Ya nos vamos
Ever since that one Father made gritos y llantos
Stand up for something greater. Subcomandante Marcos
We don't need a dictator tryna start embargoes
I don't need a repeat of back in middle school
Feeling incomplete and still subject to ridicule
Everyone thinking that my problems are so miniscule
But I know that I'll solve em as soon as I finish school
Different lines, same mentality
After 11/9, I'm in a different reality
Turning people away. Where's the damn hospitality?
I still got family begging for the nationality
[Verse 2: AnTone]
But is it worth it?
Tell me that you see it too
Most of them hardly working, but we do what we do
The president leaving the blinds on so we can see through
But let's stop with these politics
Most of these rappers nowadays don't spit honest shit
I gotta take the time to spit on this shit
Just to make the point that it's really redonkulous
I hear that kids in my hometown getting shot and shit
I might fast a bit just so they can stop the shit
Ghandi said fight fire with passive resistance
We live this one life man - let's go the distance
People get so triggered; man they can't help but stare
They just wanna toy with me and say that they don't care
There's a boy in me that says that maybe I shouldn't share
But people dying everyday. Rest in Peace to Javier
[Verse 3: AnTone]
I'm gifted like Bach in his prime
Fuck a Decepticon, boy. Optimus Prime
I'm living real life; I don't need Oculus eyes
I'm tryna make six figures, making opulent dime
Don't talk to the cops cause you left obvious lies
I talk to the mike only with the sauciest lines
You're like an old Cheetoh leaving lobbyist ties
Living in Trump Tower where the insomnia lies
But in disguise, I'm another average dude
Making music, and track five's another interlude
Get straight to it, Putin and Trump prolly in cahoots
And some of my generation doing molly and shrooms
Oddly, it's true. I'm even shifting my point of view
Cause now I'm making money, and it's my coin to use
My time to choose to rap flames or just to enthuse
Cause you tryna light matches up when I just light the fuse
[Verse 4: AnTone]
I'm in the tighest debt you can imagine
Even if I was rich, man I wouldn't buy a mansion
I'm all about the craft; man I'm all about the passion
Man I'm trying to add some Nikes to my old fashion
Nowadays these young kids growing too damn fast
It's not about who gets it faster; it's about who's last
Cause they the real ones tryna make their lives last
It's a decade in your life that you just ran past
And there's no way of going back
Every single Thursday everyone is throwing back
But you don't really have a year to throw back to
You can't relate to the posts that we react to
I'm still as young as they come - I still got a few years
I'm tryna to make it but they still just tryna grind my gears
Do you understand all the pain through these tears?
Cause if you do - I guess you understand all my fears
[Outro: AnTone]
So TIWKIA. T-I-W-K-I-A
It's an acronym. It stands for The Idiot Who Knows It All
You know, I...
I claim myself to be a little bit of a know it all sometimes
You know, in college, me being a little boujee
Me being a little narcissistic, if you will, at times
But I also really don't know anything
Like does anybody? Does anybody in the world know anything?
We're all idiots, but then again, we sure do know a whole lot of things
Just playing on that, that contradiction I guess
Yeah. Welcome to the tape
It's your boy, AnTone. Let's get it
[Verse 1: AnTone]
Yeah. Late night convos looking at the cosmos
I'm on my grind repping for the Mexicanos
Since when did we stop being Americanos?
I'd say you treat us like shit, but nah we just the compost
We gotta make a statement, man. Ya nos vamos
Ever since that one Father made gritos y llantos
Stand up for something greater. Subcomandante Marcos
We don't need a dictator tryna start embargoes
I don't need a repeat of back in middle school
Feeling incomplete and still subject to ridicule
Everyone thinking that my problems are so miniscule
But I know that I'll solve em as soon as I finish school
Different lines, same mentality
After 11/9, I'm in a different reality
Turning people away. Where's the damn hospitality?
I still got family begging for the nationality
[Verse 2: AnTone]
But is it worth it?
Tell me that you see it too
Most of them hardly working, but we do what we do
The president leaving the blinds on so we can see through
But let's stop with these politics
Most of these rappers nowadays don't spit honest shit
I gotta take the time to spit on this shit
Just to make the point that it's really redonkulous
I hear that kids in my hometown getting shot and shit
I might fast a bit just so they can stop the shit
Ghandi said fight fire with passive resistance
We live this one life man - let's go the distance
People get so triggered; man they can't help but stare
They just wanna toy with me and say that they don't care
There's a boy in me that says that maybe I shouldn't share
But people dying everyday. Rest in Peace to Javier
[Verse 3: AnTone]
I'm gifted like Bach in his prime
Fuck a Decepticon, boy. Optimus Prime
I'm living real life; I don't need Oculus eyes
I'm tryna make six figures, making opulent dime
Don't talk to the cops cause you left obvious lies
I talk to the mike only with the sauciest lines
You're like an old Cheetoh leaving lobbyist ties
Living in Trump Tower where the insomnia lies
But in disguise, I'm another average dude
Making music, and track five's another interlude
Get straight to it, Putin and Trump prolly in cahoots
And some of my generation doing molly and shrooms
Oddly, it's true. I'm even shifting my point of view
Cause now I'm making money, and it's my coin to use
My time to choose to rap flames or just to enthuse
Cause you tryna light matches up when I just light the fuse
[Verse 4: AnTone]
I'm in the tighest debt you can imagine
Even if I was rich, man I wouldn't buy a mansion
I'm all about the craft; man I'm all about the passion
Man I'm trying to add some Nikes to my old fashion
Nowadays these young kids growing too damn fast
It's not about who gets it faster; it's about who's last
Cause they the real ones tryna make their lives last
It's a decade in your life that you just ran past
And there's no way of going back
Every single Thursday everyone is throwing back
But you don't really have a year to throw back to
You can't relate to the posts that we react to
I'm still as young as they come - I still got a few years
I'm tryna to make it but they still just tryna grind my gears
Do you understand all the pain through these tears?
Cause if you do - I guess you understand all my fears
[Outro: AnTone]
So TIWKIA. T-I-W-K-I-A
It's an acronym. It stands for The Idiot Who Knows It All
You know, I...
I claim myself to be a little bit of a know it all sometimes
You know, in college, me being a little boujee
Me being a little narcissistic, if you will, at times
But I also really don't know anything
Like does anybody? Does anybody in the world know anything?
We're all idiots, but then again, we sure do know a whole lot of things
Just playing on that, that contradiction I guess