Morning, July 23rd of the 2009, that's the day that I was born. And I first opened my eyes, mama holding on me tight. And my father right beside, they ain't really have much shit, but they always had a time

Father struggling with the bills, mama stressing over me. Used to go down to the food bit, cause that's all we had to eat. Mama's working late at night, cause she knew nothing was free

I ain't lying bout this rap, I remember I was three

Aye tell them, go and see, yeah my brother an OG. And he carry all the pain from a fucked up family. And they ask me why I rap, it's too much that you can't see

So much hate inside the world, gotta change this up to me. Told my lil bro that I got it, yeah my music gone' pay off. I was born to be a rapper, why the fuck I need a job

Feel like crying even more, but I'm wiping off the snob

I just opened a new door, got me twisting on the knob. And it brought me where I'm at, that's the point of making rap

I got fans around the earth, and they all over the map. Dropping music every week, it's almost on every app

Got me writing every day, ain't no time to take a nap

Let me promise you one thing, I'm just getting into facts. **** watch your fucking mouth, don't be speaking on my dad

And he mentioned about my brother leave his body in a bag. This the shit that really happened, it's the drum gun on the Mag

Got Morales in my blood, and I'm waving on my flag. Making music, getting money, I'ma go and chase the bag

Yeah I know they gone' be mad, let me show you how I brag

Leave them looking a bit crazy, now they act that I look bad. And I know that I'm the best, I was born a different breed. Yeah I'm standing at five'seven and I still can make you bleed

Time to put you in the ring, I've been boxing like I'm Creed. They can't even get too close, cause I'm faster on the speed

Morning July 23rd of the 2009, that's the day that I was born. And I first opened my eyes, mama holding on me tight

And my father right beside, they ain't really on my shit, but they always had a time

Father struggling with the bills, mama stressing over me. Used to go down to the food bank, cause that's all we had to eat

Mama's working late at night, cause she knew nothing was free. I ain't lying about this rap, I remember I was three