[Verse: Zilla F.]
Slipped on my dirty Vans, grabbed my backpack
Heading to the store just to grab a black
Two geebs headphones in let the song start
Open up the door head out for this long walk
Start second guessing this trip, man this sh** is far
Another thought pops in my head, n***a get car
For real I need to, you know a n***a broke though
I can't save money for sh**, my life's s joke yo
But I can't seem to laugh
I'm just seen as brash
Cuz I been itching to k** I got the meanest rash
Still walking hard but I'm thinking
Still smoking weed everyday but quit drinking
Still broke as f**, a morherf**er need franklins
God damn, just a young n***a in America
Skin black with tats, so chances are I'm scaring ya
Got my six pack back so you know the ladies drooling
But truth be told I really wonder how Kaylee's doing
Reminiscing chilling at her crib, drinking my tea
Never mind cause the b**h probably ain't thinking about me
Thoughts are racing, n***a my thoughts are racing
k**ing my daydreams n***a Freddy vs. Jason
I'm thinking about the future, picturing all the laughter
From the haters and the doubters if I don't make it as rapper
Then the laughs turn to cries, the do's turn tries
The truth in my rhymes turn to motherf**ing lies
Then I start asking why, then I just stop asking
The Beatles told me let it be so f** it let it happen
I think about the rap game, all it does is make me hungry
Lil bro gotta eat mom need the money
And I want the respect i rightfully deserve
Get these n***as off my back get these b**hes off my nerves
I want it all I mean everything, the power
Damn, I ain't even realize I made it here to Krauzers