Ay, you could show a hoe the world she still gon' run back to the streets
I got a talent with this rapping God had blessed me like a sneeze
Post a snippet to my page before I drop I gotta tease
I'm steady stressing over none smoke a lil' some my mind at ease
Always thinking what if this and what if that these situations that I'm placing my mind in like all the time I'm tripping deep
Going through all them withdrawals could barely sleep, could barely eat
Tryna withdraw millions with the team I the drive I got the dream
It's not so many that be real but there's so many who be fake
And It it barely any love but there's so many who gon' hate
Always keeping this shit real so many times I've been done snake
Ain't wanted help when I was down and now I'm up, they think we straight
Losing interest in that school, I could never concentrate
Paper route, I got a lion heart I'm some like Golden Tate
I'm tryna get up out the dark stop playing games, lying on my name
I close my eyes, I'm fried tryna focus, feel my body levitate
How im gon' make it, they keep saying it so I keep going harder
You hear the hunger in my voice with every verse keep going farther
Been flipping chapter after chapter through my story I'm the author
Gon' stick one-hundred through the rain to see the shine with all my partners
I'm gon' turn the city up sooner or late going larger
I took some losses but that shit just made me way motherfucking smarter
Haven't cried in a few years wont let my demons see me falling
You come in my zone I'll pick you off feel some like Sauce Gardner
Can see the passion in my eyes can hear the pain, talk about the past
And I ain't stressing bout relations cause them bitches don't never last
So much confusion in my heart cause times I've been done hella bad
They always ask when I'm a drop about my mental they never ask
So much shit going so fast up in my mind feel like I crashed
Was taxing gas to the lil' feins to try and make me a lil' bag
I done burnt so many bridges made new ones to pass the gas
And you would think I got straight A's with my assists I always pass
Ha, man, fuck
Aye, you could show a hoe the world she still gon' run back to the streets
I got a talent with this rapping God had
Ay, you could show a hoe the world she still gon' run back to the streets
I got a talent with this rapping God had blessed me like a sneeze
Post a snippet to my page before I drop I gotta tease
I'm steady stressing over none smoke a lil' some my mind at ease
Always thinking what if this and what if that these situations that I'm placing my mind in like all the time I'm tripping deep
Going through all them withdrawals could barely sleep, could barely eat
Tryna withdraw millions with the team I the drive I got the dream