[Verse 1]
I can't really trust my friends, I can only trust myself
When I drop videos it'll be just myself
Looking for individuals with the same principals
Nobody see my vision but I've always been visual
Looking at life from the hopes, of a different outcome
People heard my album, like “wow you've really outdone
You previous work and you really have some talent”
Now topping my album is gonna be my challenge
Not cause it was good, cause I'm running out of storys
We know I come from the place where living can be boring
So while you're snoreing I'm typing, or at least doing some writing
Cause I'm grinding trying to keep my career constantly climbing
I'm running out of good beats and running out of lyrics
If I repeat a couple lines I know people gonna hear it
I ain't have any intention of becoming a sell out
CREAM is the only thing I spell out
Should I tell the tale about the girl I saved from suicide
Or would she hit me up and be like “That was between you and I”
You can try to say I'm not good
I feel I'm the only kid from my city that doesn't try to act hood
And tukee ain't a city but I need something to rep
Or these people will just show me less and less respect
Getting “great job” from my peers and I fear I'll become satisfied
But nah probably not I am just more magnetized
To my first album I spent 300 dollars on
Leaves no money for the shirts with all the collars on
Or the clothes I see at the mall with triple 3 digits
That I see and say are cool but know that I can't get it
And you know the people I don't think are smart enough
Are the ones that think I don't work hard enough
Are you delirious? please don't tell me you seriously believe
That I would half a** something I work my a** off to achieve
I want tats all on my sleeve…
But I got you rats all in my cheese, So I just gotta hide my cheddar
Hip hop is my first lady and I'm happy that I met her
I bet her we could make it, be the greatest from my hometown
Looking at my first songs, damn I've really grown wow
Time to get some fresher clothes now, rock a better show now
Call me saint nick but I ain't bringing ho ho hoes down
Cause I said that they don't exist
You can call me mr more concerned with bonuses
And there's a lot of things you can call me that would start with Mr
We ain't hooking up but we might be playing twister
And that might of sounded s**ual
It's cause they say my raps are way to intellectual
It's not my fault that the listeners are dumb
I'm just out crazin, having fun
At home playing rock band “give the drummer some”
Ba rum ba bam bum, these rappers tote AK's
I'm just chillin with my friends having all these playdates
Remember back when they called it that
I called a couple labels, they didn't call me back
So I'm staying independent like my political party
Duhhhhh I stay so Mc Fly like marty
And if I lose my scholarship I'm going in the army
Or maybe the navy or the air force
One day I find a girl who I can care for
And see be like what you stare for, when I meet her at the airport
I'd say girl you fly, get it we at the airport?
But every time in my life I've been the one to caremore
Fall in love with girls who go on twitter and quote paramour
Can I don't mind they're a great band
But I'm just being honest I think I'm a great man
But I guess I am mistaken, So I'm always mixtape making
Dreaming of traveling the world until I'm with the hatians
Dealing when the tsuami, as I kid I'd watch toonami
Call me the black kennedy shout out to tommy
I've spit so many flows I'm draining out my think tank
Originally this was called there is no spring break
But I got hit by school and kicked by work
Best AZ rapper I'm trying to get it first