[produced by Nico Fazio & Don Cheegro] Okay I'm only 23 so pardon me for speaking of it Hope you got a good teacher that gon touch it Better than I ever will but sh** ain't getting better still So f** it Take a trip with me don't forget your luggage We ain't going back 18th century mindsets, just digress & forward thinkers always difficult to digest I get that You a lil slower than the rest of us You took a lil longer on tests than us But ended up Sliding through the system on ur daddy's alimony checks Pa**ing bills & making promises that you ain't never kept Kinda sound like the rap game Who you think gon make the most money from this trap age? Same people lobbying, revolving door politics Its just me or is this sh** obvious? They probably bout to brand me as a communist And send me out to Yugoslavia to never talk of it Okay first off f** your confederate flag I spit on it on while I'm dressed up in drag How's that for a f*g? Hate on it while your wife play the track & all your kids start playing it back Just call me daddy then The whole world hooked on them addys You f**ing right we got problems It's no wonder we live at a disadvantage This the truth from the youth Views from the booth Thoughts from the stoop let loose and recouped Real life energy, if it happened then it's meant to be If it wasn't, then you'd never see Never hear, never be, exposed to remedy This sh** sound heavenly Speak up don't ever let it be The future you depends on it If you didn't start, then end on it You the end target Take advantage of the red carpet Take control or be the prime market Yeah