They never told me it would be like this, never thought I’d have to bleed like this

Pop pills, smoke weed like this, nobody recognize me like this

I die a little inside, I try to hide underneath like this

What if I never get to feed my kids? Even worse, what if I had to jump hurtles just to see my kids?

What if my album never drop, or never pop? What if I got popped? What if I couldn’t keep my crib

What if Bam just delete my shit? What if I was to drop it tomorrow? Don’t nobody tweet my shit. What if somebody famous see my shit?

I get a call, I sign the line and they never release my shit

Lowkey, I know **** probably peep my shit, none of you **** can defeat my shit

**** see my chick and wanna jeff, on some yee-haw shit

Like, if I turn from my plate, you wouldn't eat my shit?

May the lord be with you, pray I never make the 40 hit you

Pray I never have a shorty issue, pray I make the story crystal

Pray I bring the real ones to the ceiling with me, they can share the story with you

I’m so anxious, look at what I came with, look at how I came in, Remember what his name is, passion and pain, now look at how the paint drip, voice in my head keep telling me, telling me

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**** be patient