[produced by Nico Fazio & Don Cheegro]
Okay I'm only 23 so pardon me for speaking of it
Hope you got a good teacher that gon touch it
Better than I ever will but sh** ain't getting better still
So f** it
Take a trip with me don't forget your luggage
We ain't going back
18th century mindsets, just digress
& forward thinkers always difficult to digest
I get that
You a lil slower than the rest of us
You took a lil longer on tests than us
But ended up
Sliding through the system on ur daddy's alimony checks
Pa**ing bills & making promises that you ain't never kept
Kinda sound like the rap game
Who you think gon make the most money from this trap age?
Same people lobbying, revolving door politics
Its just me or is this sh** obvious?
They probably bout to brand me as a communist
And send me out to Yugoslavia to never talk of it
Okay first off f** your confederate flag
I spit on it on while I'm dressed up in drag
How's that for a f*g?
Hate on it while your wife play the track
& all your kids start playing it back
Just call me daddy then
The whole world hooked on them addys
You f**ing right we got problems
It's no wonder we live at a disadvantage
This the truth from the youth
Views from the booth
Thoughts from the stoop let loose and recouped
Real life energy, if it happened then it's meant to be
If it wasn't, then you'd never see
Never hear, never be, exposed to remedy
This sh** sound heavenly
Speak up don't ever let it be
The future you depends on it
If you didn't start, then end on it
You the end target
Take advantage of the red carpet
Take control or be the prime market
Yeah