Verse 1 Me and my homies still kicking on some old sh** Just got older so now we on our grown sh** I gained knowledge from mistakes and experience And realized I gotta grind harder, gotta focus Gotta take my time to really get it Even if that means 9-5 living I gotta give for now and join the system Cuz they caught my homie trapping out the Bentley Gotta give it up before I waste my time Finally realized and now I'm tryna get mine And I hope that you stop tryna trap So you can stop worrying bout getting jacked Or wasting your time selling all these weed sacks Or xans to them fiends just like its the new crack I know you do it cuz you need the cash But I hope one day that music give you a chance Hook And I'm gone now, I been drinking Time to slow down, get to thinking Yeah its been a minute and I ain't tryna miss my 15 more My homeboy told me this one is a hitter I'ma but this when I walk out that door like oh oh oh Verse 2 The other day my homie hit me a text Said you next rapper swear to god you the best The way you flip those samples and spit them raps Really remind me of the future and the past Only a few cats here still do that, boom bap clap sh** Who dat who dat boy now on the map sh** everybody know A youngin so cold gotta Minnesota flow And he running with his bros And they taking all the hoes And they counting all this dough Cuz we get it for the low And one day I'ma get chain that's all gold And I'ma feel like I sold my soul But I know that they love it When I'm out public and I get stunting These girls say they love me I say that I know it I use to be nothing but now I'm a poet