My whole life, tellin brothers to go chase dreams
Now they steady askin me to do the same thing
Say they f** with the music n I'm here sayin thanks
Say take minds out the gutter bro why you take exams
Sayin sh** like don't be a p**y yo f** a CAT
But I am, stop seein thru me like trucker hats
I put on for hip hop
Give music my life n soul till the last needle drops
f** my name post that u can forget it
As long as the net effect isn't feckless
I'm helping children stressing
I want em to grow into humans that'll love n share
Or at least a generation that'll f**in care
Sadly good intentions mean bad money
And bad moneys way more than what I have on me
Wear Ts so old even I laugh at me
N I loved my kicks until they stole my cash from me
Now I'm rockin dirty shoes and my old Ts
Saving pennies for studios and dope beats
Mom n pop givin every thing that I'm asking
But my concern is I'll never make a living off of rapping
N I won't feed a family off of tablets
So I can't keep prayin that u all gon buy up all my albums
Wanna sell a few thou n I'm like as i
As if they bothered about a casket
Of a man that never walked on they planet
Man this hip hop sh** that I slipped in as a kid was a bad pick
But no choice I got pads filled
No periods it was blue and black ink
And I never hid it but was forced to rethink
If I wanted romanov or that riesling
Sippin good on beaches or vodka at its neatest
Would you rather drown in debt or get ya feet wet?
Tell the waiter serve a bottle of the finest
But hol up speakin of servin I can't bottle up the rhymin
I want a bit of both, I wanna spit intros and
Dont wanna split no portion I want my chicken roasted
Want my children rollin, in at least cars
Even if it ain't got the engine to leave a speed mark
Ain't lookin at bein elite with the ballin
But f** Food For Thought if even eating's a problem