I had a heart for hip hop since grade seven
Bullies tried to hit me and my goons made em civil
Now im 20 years tryna fight the devil
Buy it's crazy cause im tryna get the root of all evil
Sorry father cause im forever sinning
Tryna put the blame behind weed and now im getting skinny
Damn! I think my niqqas tryna k** me
I put it straight on a verse, Flex do you feel me?
I wanna f** all these b**hes
The sh** delay my studies
Now Im left with snitches
Everytime i drink my mom gey uggly
And im tired of acting like im cool when i know im struggling
Gig promoters, can you feel my rage?
How come im dope and i still beg to hit the stage?
I know house is nice music
It's good to have your favourite but understand music
Niqqas we work so hard
Tryna get 'i sh**' together
Still, you break me apart
But anyway, im still pushing
I will never stop until my body covered with Gucci
Until my feet hide under my belly
Untill i get money that is taller than McCarly
I work and never get to hang with puverts
Got Hac, Ap Flex and McCarly so im petfect
Ma niqqas we do this for survival
And these lame dudes posting shi*t still go viral
I dont blame them
Who am i to judge?
Cause im also tryin to make every girl i meet blush
Start screaming, calling out my name
Let a niqqa hit the p**y though she know i got a main
We love smokin, f**in and drinkin
I think I'll die young cause im so Pac and Biggie
Back to the facts
Say one more sht about my province
And I'll hit a two hours verse to teach you cats sum manners
Pay respect to the boy
He done it all
Now he waiting on big labels to hit him with a call
Cause ive hustled for years without luck
Lyrically improving
But still broke as f*ck
Never tried to switch when these lames told me that i s**