I test my luck, I roll that dice

Cause I'm tryna get the big deal like the price is right

A lot of people say they love me smiling in my face

But half of them are really two-faced

I see the whole game, so don't play with me ****

Put in praying hands in my comment but got no faith for a ****

Like, you don't think I can see it, well I do

2025 vision, five years ahead of ****

But it feel like it's rush hour, feel like I barely get a little hours of sleep

Cause my mind been running for weeks, bitch fucking nine to five

I'm tryna get a crib call to be on MTV

I'll give my momma relief, cause she been working three jobs before I even can speak

And to the girl that love my fucking hard work and dedication

It's no debate that Kimberly made the fucking greatest

And that's me but, I stay awake

Thinking about my childhood

And how I'm scared of growing up and hitting fatherhood

Cause I'm scared of keeping curses

Just like my dad did

And chasing different slices

Instead of keeping your whole cake

Keeping your home safe

**** got so scared I ended my hoe phase

I know what you thinking

All these songs on the album talking about fucking women

Well this the time that I need you to fucking truly listen

You know I said 2018

I never talk about the years

I'm talking about the span of 18 to 20

You know that's when I wrote all these songs

And recorded all these melodies

I swear I'm getting better

But I'm not perfect

I still like drug and alcohol and bitches

But I'm slowing down

Into my inner work

Cause I know that everything gon' work out

But it feel like it's rush hour

Feel like I barely get a little hours sleep

My mom been running for weeks

Bitch fucking nine to five

I'm trying to get a crib so cold to be on MTV

Or give my mama relief

Cause she been working three jobs before I even can speak

And to the girl that love my fucking hard work and dedication

It's no debate that Kimberly made the fucking greatest

And that's me but

I stay awake thinking about my first love

Our way in Houston, Texas

She know what's really up

Yeah I fell deep

She was always on my mind

I should've told her that I never really give her up

But as I did

I got too addicted to bottles

Ignore the trauma way

When we broke up

She said go get some therapy

But you not okay

She left me and I guess I sealed my own fate with that one

And then I had to go to therapy just to prove something

First male in my family to do something

But it was hard to admit

That I was addicted to all these bitches

Losing touch with my feelings

I was drinking every night

Try to hide my childhood from my social life

I had to forgive and forget

Rewrite the story

Cause now I'm making hits

But in my childhood I used to get fucking hit

But it felt like it's rush hour

Felt like I barely get a fucking hour of sleep

My mom been running for weeks

And I tell you my story

Please don't tell me I'm weak

Cause I been rhyming so hard

Try to get a release

Try to get out the streets

Try to buy my mom a crib that's not in the east

But my boys from day one had the same grind as me

But some of them selling weed

And selling straight to Feins

But I'm doing the same though

I'm trying to reach your heart

I'm trying to give you a true name

For this Jane doe

Yeah