[Verse 1:]
Man I been writing like my life f**ing depends on it
I been white at the knuckles
Tryna discuss the sh** that's going on
An empty bank account with no ends on it
You n***as chuckle I struggle just tryna find my way
This life will cut you like a tree with no limbs on it
Haters will buck you for Jordan's and belt buckles man
I can't pretend like my name ain't got no sins on it
Bet I'm a hustle on the come up 'til a find my way
I see it clear like windows with no tints
I'll be damned if I don't blow like a soul that don't repent
Yeah a n***a don't got no 0's on his statements
What I got though is this crazy a** flow that don't make sense
Tell these players don't let go of they ho if she so thick
That I notice it from the front, than we both know what's up
I swear that I would take that pretty a** home so quick
Hit it then evict you like you ain't been paying your rent
I promise I'm such a gentleman
But if you linger thinking you gon' get a ring
You just gon' get the middle finger ma'am
I ain't that rapper that came up from drug slinging
I grew up in middle cla** America and loved singing, damn
I got an inkling it's gon' get much darker
‘Fore that sun start shining now I'm thinking ‘bout my father
When his son gon' start shining in the night like a sparkler
Probably when I make you get off the wall like Peter Parker
And spit the flow that got you feeling like you need a parka
We gon' weather the storm, I'm pouring letters I form
From the clouds in my mind, they say that I'm outta time
I pop the crown on this watch and rewind
And then I sigh like (sigh)
[Verse 2:]
I've wanted this for my whole life so, I'm liable to get impatient
Writing every night so this little light glow, just tryna make it
I play one of my idols for a little inspiration
Then I f** the track up with this ink, that's penetration
And I been invaded by men with jaded perspective on what cool is
Heavily sedated I'm steadily aiming this hatred at these fools sh**
You ain't f**ing with me, get an education
I still hear them fetters clanging
n***a I want a better nation
‘Cause this ain't rap (no), this is real life
I was on that TV thinking this is what it feels like
Thought I'd come home and blow up, and make a mil
Then that money got abstinent on me, yeah real tight
I wanna make this ceiling my floor, and this floor my foundation
This old apartment my basement
And ceilings on 2-doors something we don't need anymore
I need awards for being best in my ward
Pressed in a wardrobe, that you will not find in these stores
Life is short
So why the f** am I stressing bout things that I can't afford
Why I can't I be content in a Ford, I don't know but
I'm lifting off from this port all aboard…
[Outro:]
Yeah... I'm lifting off, yo
All aboard
This is my flight plan
My f**ing write every night plan
sh**, my get right plan…yeah