Verse 1
My my my as the world turns
I'm feeling like the worst person
Man my tongue is hurting
Prolly because of my bad crusing
Im not quite certain but im pretty sure wiz khalifa is my birth parent
I grew up my life feeling neglected
Doing what I didn't know was wrong
I had nobody to check it
Worn out shoes
I still be looking cool
At least I thought i did but who would knew
I always stood alone
Down to ride for anyone
Nobody would tag along
Falling in love with the baddest girls in my city
Them hoes always dissing me
Always after the guys who do them wrong
n*ggas cheated and the b*tch still came home
I need something newer in my life
I ain't talking about money cars and clothes
I could use some more hoes
Trying to love myself more
So I could love a few more
Mama always told me
Patience is virtue
My dad genes getting in me like a crease
I could hurt you
Im trying be more spiritual
Still trying sound more lyrical
f*ck it
Im just trying stay alive
In the city where too many n*ggas die
I just keep it Lowkey stay away from anyone who don't know me
Even the police
Eyeing a n*gga down
Trigger finger itching
Plow
n*ggas killing n*ggas over a brick
Half a million brick
n*ggas killing n*ggas over tracks
Can't get a adlib
So they steal n*ggas sh*t
Do your own thang
Young n*ggas trying get paid
Keep them all guessing
Always switch it up
Locked in box trying sell beats
For these n*ggas cause I need dollars
They said I ain't going make it to the league mama
They can't handle what i got
They can't handle what im becoming
Everytime i dream everything so lavish
Everything so vivid
Feeling like my mom
Too ambitious
Can't wait for the fame
Getting too impatient
These girls always get my john confused
Wither spoon
Pops
My sh*t rocks
My sh*t pops
Can't get my head straight
Thoughts around my head
Getting tighter can't breathe
They all up on me
Can't get em off me
Them liars
Them haters
Them n*ggas
Them hoes
Damn
Is this what I'm heading for?
Is this what I'm striving for?
Is this what I'm living for