[Verse 1] I'm just thinking 'bout it Picking out my Favorite sweets and skipping sour Moments happiness I noticed Will always come and go, from knowing your middle name To forgetting you were the same at one point So lock yourself up with your art Convince yourself you'll start But never get around to it I mean theres no one to pa** it down to Life's a ha**le sh**s too hard for a middle cla** kid With a bronze plate on his arm Greasy! Now close the gates Only one in a billion bars will even have any gold in it
[Verse 2] But you just keep talking Keep forgetting Whats your intention? f** taking lessons Chocolate lottery has my ticket Get some ambition Your target is retail Like the walls that hold you in close They've got a factory to build those Dreams for anyone with a television to reach out And grab Don't drown from what I spit out River flows, I need my gob to stop Feel like I could do better Willy Wonka in a chocolate shop So open up the gates Only 5 bars in a billion will even have any gold in them