Chill beat With that trill feel But it's still me And I'm still real Got new beats But i still k** I make these For my wounds to heal Ya'll wanna pack heat and k** with steal Soon they'll k** me with the postage mail Got so many bars I'm close to jail From fake I'm far it's so surreal Need no deal Need no hoe Need that automatic shotgun flow But I got that psychopathic rocket glow Use mathematics to calculate nos The f** are you hating on I'm 15 with a dream and poem That's just me I never stand alone I brought my team Now I'm going home