[Verse 1: AnTone]
It's been a hell of a year
Steady still chasing this rap career
Momma told me that this could be a hobby
But I'm yet to see rappers go out to lobby
Then again, k**er Mike making heat with Bernie
Thinking so much about the end of my journey
Getting into office or becoming an attorney
Praying I won't end up lying on a gurney
Russian on point. Call me Mt. Elbrus
Sugar on point. Bring the chocolate mousse
I complain too much about how I'm so lonely
Wanna tell you how I met her. No Ted Mosby
We turn out more than we turn up
Grab a book sometimes so I can learn up
On my Ps and Qs like microeconomics
But in the background, I'm still bumping the Chronic
[Verse 2: AnTone]
And yes I'm carrying baggage
So much in fact that I've brought out a wagon
Need to find someone I can carry it with
Wanna dance to Nirvana on my miracle whip
I wanna be the best in the Milky Way
In the studio grubbing these Milky Ways
H Town where I stay. Bean Town where I study
On my Kevin Hart cause you know that I'm funny
Damn. What a time to be alive
You know sometimes even I will take five
Thought about dropping this tape on my B Day
That way the airwaves can have it on replay
In conclusion, I've been through my own muddy path
Still looking over things in my aftermath
Wanna leave this tape with some advice to you
Be You