{verse 1}
My homie checkin on me whether im still straight
Yeah, and i don’t know what to say
That’s the reason i answer him like 2 weeks late, like:
Bro i’m sorry for the wait but i got
Mood swings, like the forecast
Only thing i know is i need to add more gas
Cus the road in front of me is long and curvy
Might hit the curb if i’m mentally not sturdy
That’s why i, wake up 7:30
Hate the days i wasted when my vision was still blurry
Ask the lord to alleviate all of my worries
In a couple we gon find out, if he heard me
But i’m in a hurry, i ain’t got a couple
Letters in my mailbox, so i gotta hustle
Yeah, but there’s beauty in the struggle
In the end it makes me tougher
No groceries, what we got a fridge for?
I got money on my mind cus i been poor
Plan to show the world what i got in store
While i washed dishes at okura yeah i did chores
Ya favorite rapper losing subject matter
So all you hear about is his aventador
Me i can’t seem to shake it all out of my system
Every single song i make i need to vent more
{verse 2}
I still think about the day i made you cry on the highway
Do not cause an accident just park it somewhere sideways
I care too much to lie, i pardon you for my ways
Wish you’d tell me ‘do not make the same mistakes that i made’
But that’s just me in all my honesty
Hope it didn’t make you less fond of me
But i don’t wanna be like you, so when something is outta tune
I drop her like the economy
But i used to wanna be you high key
You picked me up from school in a cordoba 93’
Felt like the man in my first pair of nikes
Before i even thought about the concept of wifey
I bleed, when i saw you fighting with my mom, like:
Why y’all got married if y’all do not get along?
Y’all showed me exactly who i don’t wanna become
That’s why i am so unapologetic on my songs