I've been writing songs every night tryna make it sound right, but I'm losing my patience

Can't even focus on the prize 'cause the rent is too high, yeah, I'm losing motivation

On my own, 17, all I got is my pride and my willingness to make it, oh, yeah

It's peaceful like this

On nights like

Overly trim

Shittin on ****, back at it again

Call up lil T.J, he toting that gen

Living overly good, see the pape, in my grin

Textin' my phone, askin' me how I been

Tryna care for me now, you ain't care for me then

Got so much pape in my pocket, every time I be walkin, it feel like I'm breakin' a limb

I'm tryna get right with my mind, not right with these bitches

I'm rappin' these bars

Hold up wait, get the fuck out the whip

We catch **** on feet, give a fuck bout a car

Losing my patience, but still motivated

I'm constantly tryna get high as the stars

Workin' on me and my future, I'm knowin' it's bright

Look Ma, yo' son turned to a boss

Gettin' these bitches ain't nothin' to me

I had pretty shit when it was ugly for me

Graduate school just to get my degree

I got God by my side, I couldn't fall to the streets

Name me a ****, who fuckin' with me

You can't name me a bitch, that I'm really gon' need

Had to fall back on these hoes

We be fuckin' around then they tell, they ain't keepin' shit P

HBD turnt the whole summer

I'm down in Atlanta, I'm some just like Bunna B

This shit ain't near what I'm comin' to be

Call up, lil Von, he go big body jeep

Call up, lil T.J, he keep him a heat

Call him J.B, but he shoot like J.T

Circle stay small, it ain't never been deep

They be changin' they swag, but this always been me

You don't like it then leave

Right there

Bitch, what ****?

But Zach, HisBag

Um, His bag different

We follow each other on Instagram, yeah

He is so fine

That's my ball, that's not in my hoop

Oh, he said, what's up, hey

Overly trim

Shittin on ****, back at it again

Call up, lil T.J, he toting that gen

Living overly good, see the pape, in my grin

Textin' my phone, askin' me how I been

Tryna care for me now, you ain't care for me then

Got so much pape in my pocket, every time I be walkin, it feel like I'm breakin' a limb

I'm tryna get right with my mind, not right with these bitches

I'm rappin' these bars

Hold up wait, get the fuck out the whip

We catch **** on feet, give a fuck bout a car

Losing my patience, but still motivated

I'm constantly tryna get high as the stars

Workin' on me and my future, I'm knowin' it's bright

Look Ma, yo' son turned to a boss