(Ooh, oooooh) On this lonely road I'm speeding Speakers and my lungs Are bumping loud I'm tweaking And I could just end it Right here Just a sudden steer to lift off all my pain They say I have much to live for Still my head says no I'm always having a war in me My mind deceives my soul Don't know where I'll go If not this ride Biennials need some time to grow So I guess I'll drive I swear I sound like a maniac when I talk about myself I used to fixate complaining bout how they leave me on the shelf I was recording in a parking lot Secret spot They don't even know it I put my blood, sweat, and my tears But let my music just show it I kept a secret from my folks I was a college drop Working full time praying that something would finally pop Now I know exactly what I want and just how Ima do it I said I would be one of the greatest Few years Ima prove it Contemplated suicide about a hundred times Switched my mind up when I started getting better at these rhymes My momma worrying about my music not making a dime I swear that they don't know that I'm Built for this shit Man I would kill for this shit I swear I'm gonna make a milly Pay my bills with this shit A few years they will see that I predicted this shit Moving forward, no more stops Watch me take this shit up to the top