(Verse 1)
Who would've thought that Imma turn out to rap
Back when the bell rings and everybody runs outta cla**
Crushing on every pretty girl you better learn how to act
Hiding my grades when i got four outta ten, damn
I'm off the brown and chilling just reminiscing on the past days
Back when I always wanted to kick a ball and get paid
Fast forward thinking how to get a broad and get laid
Now tryna figure how to spit it raw and get paid
At 15 wrote my first rhyme for the first time
Had to switch lanes and focus on that
I been real these rappers spit the most bogus of raps
But f** that let's pop a bottle make a toast to the past
We just stay driven tryna make loads of the cash
Not the fake sh** I'm selling you hope on a track
And it's a jungle with a pack of wolves known to attack
You better stay strapped and roam with a gat
(Verse 2)
Honestly I just can't settle for a 9 5
Seeing struggle when I look into my mom's eyes
Dark clouds where the sun just never shines bright
Going through the bullsh** it's so hard to get your mind right
So I proceed to pour some hen in my cup
Take you back to when I started rapping penning my thoughts
Painting pictures of the hunger that I had in my gut
So they relating to the real sh** I share in my songs
Selling you hope, you damn right I'm selling you hope
And you can get it for the low like some fairly used clothes
Want it fast they say slow the more steady you roll
Just tryna hang I spend a lot of time playing with ropes
They can attest that I've always been a real one
Making moves f** tryna wait for when a deal comes
We independent and building it from the ground up
Road to the riches evading all of the speed bumps