Ive got alot of things to come I'm only twenty two years young I ain't taking this music for fun This music is my first love They dont understand my graph The haters would rather see me starve When ill rather feed them carbs Growing up could of been less hard Wish i didn't mess up school and be these scars Wish i wasn't rude to my French teacher Now I'm on the mic like a preacher Tryna get a stack and a feature I'm not tryna get clapped by a heater