Money don't
Answer yo' questions or make sure you straight the next 24
Funny though
How it can feel when you asking questions you already know
Run it up
Make sure that I can purchase all the things that I wanted for
Uptempo
Scottie Pippin how I be in Chicago I'm 1-0
Season opener don't miss this
Bob Sanders with the big hits
I am more than just a misfit
Rapper, producer like Big K.R.I.T
Bitch I'm winning this is Kismet
Finally run with the big kids
Finally running up digits
I can finally ball on Christmas
And come with something for my family
I be over the treetops and the canopy
When I'm thinking back to them Double 8 trips
When we was stealing shit in backpacks
I could never waste this
Moment reflecting on past acts
Halfway thru past that
I keep it moving like a halfback
Credit transaction no cash back
They gon' put my face on rap snacks
They gon' put me in a sprite ad
They gon' hand me fucking Grammys
Fly me out and plus a flight back
I'ma be all that I can be
A winter soldier, how I give it over
I am Adrian Peterson, Minnesota
MacGyver can't stop it, I'm finna blow up
The upcoming rapper you didn't know of
For all that shit he talking boy he must be paid
For all these busters talking shit, this what we say
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Come and get it if you fucking with it
Mental state is fucked, I do admit it
Indianapolis, Indiana
Out in Chicago I really miss it
Maybe I miss how it was when I was just one of them cubs, ay
Or maybe I miss how it was when none of my people was selling no drugs, ay
Four, five, six, seven bands
I'm trapping music outta neverland
In the middle of the midwest
Doing everything I said I'd plan
Doing everything I ever can
Capture it, capture it, capture it
Always tryna be a better man
Factor the flack of immaculate, ay
In the nap when I was 18
I fell in love wit a bad bitch
Yesterday I turned 21
Lost my baby on some sad shit
Constantly thinking past tense
Having trouble getting past this
So I wrote this album for therapy
Just be aware of me working on mad shit
For a couple months I really lost my way
'Cause in and outta crisis, always price to pay
A tale of these two cities, really I could run all day
With a broken soul and some hope for gold, bitch you can run my fade