Letter to my peers this is our year If I don't make it let's just say I fell in love with fear Or I gave up on my dreams in a deep sleep Constantly drowning in my thoughts this a deep sea I'm writing letters just to ask if I could use my name Fake smiles and head nods just to play the game Signing papers might just be a nigga next move Warner brothers in my ear like what you wanna do I'm making money with the music I ain't wanna do And football saved my life I gotta pay my dues What if Jay hit my phone and fly me out today Or if I sign to MMG I'm moving to the A My mama live to see me rich, I'm praying constantly I'm on my grind so I can only see you once a week And the more I come and see you can you pray for me Cause the devil gettin' close he tryna stay wit me Never thought that I would be in this position Cause my fourth-grade teacher said some shit I wouldn't mention Yeah I took it to the heart but I ain't no pussy lil nigga I won't fold for no words I let it push me lil nigga Then the doctor say I couldn't play ball cause a heart murmur Let's just say '08 was a hot summer News flash if I don't make it in this ball shit I'm still a CEO, I'm on my boss shit Never floss it that never happen often Niggas like that where I'm from we like to off them Mind yo business, pay attention to yo own paper And I ain't tryna join yo team I got my own haters I showed the whole team my grind I'm tryna own skaters And you ain't gotta pay for me I got my own paper Red eyes couldn't blink this I'm super human cause yo dawg couldn't think like this Take a look at a nigga this what that storm do Drake and Khalid used some shit out of my dorm room Rozay told me I was a young legend Acknowledgements don't pay no bills but I get the message When I'm broke I still walk like I got it all Never ask my dad for shit man I got it dawg I just wanna drop a bag on yo escalade Cause you was there way before that fake love came I hate when niggas act like I ain't say this years ago Imma make it rain, sleet, hail or fucking snow You can't stop me, I ain't even sayin' I'm cocky I'm just sayin' I serve God he got my back do you copy I'm holdin' on to my faith wit a thin string I'm getting sick with this shit I need some ginseng Like a Alka-Seltzer ooh I'm bout to bubble up And when I buy my first house I wanna double up You know the two-car garage, double doors Somebody please tell the architecture glass floors And when I pull in my yard I wanna see a horse Real or fake even though I can't fit in a Porsche My attitude getting worse but I'm working on it Baby girl respect my grind this a working moment I explain to my girl why I make my bed Cause family members always move in and take my bed Then I find myself Back in the living room On the floor wit them rats and the roaches too So familiar got me looking like them roaches new Garage door was always open so them roaches grew I rap wit pain cause that's all I feel Mama say don't say that shit if that shit ain't real So before I drop I song I send it to her phone She say hell yeah drop that shit and leave me lone Don't nobody got my back like my old girl October 12th you pushed me out in this cold world I watched you go through so much shit I had to man up Got in a crash on yo birthday couldn't stand up Fuck the doctor imma come and change yo bed pan Even though my schedule tighter than a headband You always tell me you ok and don't be scared man God forbid you leave this earth mama you made a man Wugga old girl died shit I cried too Coco old boy died shit this world crew And just to make y'all proud we gon stay in school We from a city where the good guys don't make the newsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.