Ive got alot of things to come
I'm only twenty two years young
I ain't taking this music for fun
This music is my first love
They dont understand my graph
The haters would rather see me starve
When ill rather feed them carbs
Growing up could of been less hard
Wish i didn't mess up school and be these scars
Wish i wasn't rude to my French teacher
Now I'm on the mic like a preacher
Tryna get a stack and a feature
I'm not tryna get clapped by a heater