[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Man I was having nervous breakdowns
Like, "Damn, these n***as that much better than me?"
f** that, I tell these n***as to get the f** back
I'm from where kids used to carry guns in their lunch bags
Back when I was just a young lad
All I needed to get around the city was a bus pa**
Wouldn't say I'm grown but I'm growing up
Wanna be a teen forever getting older kind of s**s
But shout out to the fact that I never sold crack
Cause my uncle taught us things
Had our motherf**ing back
n***as brag about it like they won a f**ing plaque
When n***as brag about it know it's a motherf**ing act
You wouldn't know it, but I'm working on a master plan
Spiteful a** n***a I just want the last laugh
Cause all I really wanted was a f**ing hand clap
And to put me and my n***as on the map
TNP and that's that
[Break]
[Verse 2]
Yeah I'm feeling like Rocky
All the bullsh** downfalls couldn't stop me
People tried to play me, people didn't play me
Then I've been feeling throwed in this b**h like Brady
People couldn't see me
Hear or phase me
I'm on the road to riches hope the drive ain't crazy
Young a** n***a, you's a dumb a** n***a
You ain't really running sh**
Cause I run past n***as
I feel it in the air
You can see the hope in my eyes
You can hear the music in your ear
Don't tell me it isn't there
You already knew how life was my n***a
So don't tell me it isn't fair
Gotta get up get your sh**
Then get more sh**
Don't stop there make the motherf**ing porridge
Yeah, I'm on my knocking down door sh**
They handing me the ball homie I just gotta score it
For real...
[Outro]