Verse 1: Pray all the time but I don't feel blessed, it's hard for me to open up doors when locksmith ain't got the key to success
My aunt say she think I'mma be successful; she a maf**in lia, But my grandpa gone die the lying king/Lion King like mufausa
This song ain't no joke or no game, all tho I got a kevin hart type of sense of humor I don't want you maf**as laughing at my pain
It would cost for me to go to college but to sit down in the seat of knowledge you don't need money, I ain't going to college but I bet I graduate from this ghetto university
But never forget where I came from; looked to the sky and said here I come, gotta make wise decisions cause even a genius could be young and dumb
Some of these old rappers need to stop recording, you no longer sick man/sixth man like james harden
These hating n***as got me bent, I do it for the people; dats common sense
Change ha never even when I make it out the mud, I don't trust people cause they a step on you; they show kevin love
People tell me you ain't going up you gone stay down, but them hits a make em k** themselves; Jr. seau
No paper even tho I got bars for days, I ain't got a em even tho I should be Marshall Mathers paid
Verse 2:
Lately I've been stressed out, no where to go, got kicked out and maf**as know my lights out
Shawn merriman living that rich life; I need to know how that feel, Success plus ben franklins = Payed electric bills
Gotta get this cream; I blacked out when the lights was out, “super Bowl dub 13”
It destine for me to rap not to go to college f** that stanford sh**, I don't believe in luck dats Indiannapolliss
They say the good don't survive so I'm ready to die, besides life after d**h might be fly
Mama don't cry. Just watch me hit the stage and burn the house down like ‘Left Eye''
I rap to put money on my n***as books, and to be in the driver seat of the 911 like George Bush
Trying to get bread; so I can get flyer, the bacon being cooked up is not Oscar Mayer