Yeah, been a long road, yeah, it's been a long time, remember I was twelve when I wrote my first rhyme

Living in hell inside of my mind, outside, don't know the feelings I hide

Then I got older, start to make songs, feelings got colder, jot in my palms

Teacher don't know the weight of mind, turn in my folder start of grade nine

Wish I could've done it back in grade six, outside feel dark, but I'ma make hits

Sold my time, was time to take risks, trade in my flesh to flash out my wrist

Hit up that studio the first time, didn't know then I'd take about

Five-hundred more 'till I put out a song and Artesia was born, but that just was the start

One of those studios made a few hits, one of them kept me from being homeless

But then I turned a new page of my life and was tired of waiting, I wanted to fly

Flying meant lose a homie, Nandina, flying meant lose another, I see ya'

Flying meant honestly, I shouldn't be here, never tried it myself, but hell did that reaper

Broken car, a broken heart, a broken promise didn't make me stop

Broke feels, oh, so long ago, but just wrote my check to write me off

Spent about twenty-thousand on the tour, independently, I ain't got it offshore

Bank account been froze like four months in, but I know y'all got the boy

Don't wanna follow, I can feel tomorrow

Closing that door again

Can feel the sorrow, lost inside tomorrow

Where does the start begin?

But I'm on the

Upside at the wrong time

Outside is on fire

Don't wanna follow, I can feel tomorrow