When I was young I grew up stealing with my friends
Mama never had dough, no matter how tough she prayed
Waking every morning in pain was a mess
Everything is problematic where I fall depressed
Writing lyrics I keep tearing
Thinking they not good enough
Watching ma**ive n***as, gold diggers
Made my life tough, when stress revealed
I was like "Will I ever make it?
Had to be a stress k**er, and a**a**inate
Tired of sitting around, its time I make em urinate
Expecting many lovers to come and congratulate
I fina be creative not enter imitations
When I stick in conscious they'll see my inspiration
Inspired by Reason from the january freestyle
Possessed my self on the school stage
And vibrated the crowd, I learn from the respected
Wishing they'll hear my sound, tryna make it far
And make mama proud ah!