Verse 1 Using my cheap cologne as a mic Knowing that in future years I'll prolly use the pricy kind just to get my future wife Or at least Mrs. Right, better yet Mrs. Right Now This rough town got these girls dropping night gowns Just to any n***a who just seem to get the right Pounds And months down shawty picking up a few pounds And that n***a, as we figured, no more showing face around It's so cruel but we used to that Bunch of n***as, f**ing sisters, than they never coming back That's the youth for you Precious time abused Acting like we clueless, truth be told we know the f**ing truth Booth over booze that I chose and it's what I do Y'all got no f**ing clue, dudes is screwed when I spit a few Y'all f**ing pitiful than wonder why they say, “The game is drained” Y'all talking ‘bout the same sh** and how you keep a couple chains Boy, you're lacking pa**ion I see you're only rapping just get expensive fashion Ain't fancying your chances making music that's lasting You're rapping for cash and, other bullsh** that match it What happened? Trying too hard impressing? Me and my mans, man Right so till the casket These rap ba*tards, below average That's why you'll see us now and then lowering their caskets Ugh…96' boy a prince came As time changed saw these n***as building hype - failed The frame changed picture always been the f**ing same I'm ashamed of my peers and of what they've got to say Tired defending hip-hop, Chris Rock Guise I'm a lame if I ain't sipping Ciroc You see God, I try to do the right things right But see I'm, part of the number that is living life foul Still wonder why momma sent my a** to school Still ponder why my daddy never paid for no food Still wonder, still wonder, still why wonder why my ex girl thought I was cool Cause she did though, she did though, she did though Was lucky motherf**er, she deserved more With all the wrong I was doing Partially cause of influence From some rapper that had told me, “f** them who*es and get dough” Whoa, whoa, whoa Full of myself man These ladies from my high school made me know it so “Whooo Kevin, look at him, like he is somebody” Them n***a mad at me, like a n***a all whitey Like a n***a own pricey things, something like a ‘gatti I'ma double sh** up like a n***a Pusha But I ain't even push sh**, watch me run through you And I ain't never been what my momma dreamed of me to me Kevin be a book worm? Nah, momma I'm a rapping prince And you motherf**ers is just my dukes, uh Look how bad a n***a made you look I, make you question your rap sk**s Boy you ain't ill n***a f** this bullsh** of you rapping, go back to reading your books n***a go back and tighten your hooks Boy your verses and sh** verses mine What did I say? I said, "You rappers is just pity full". And Kevy Kev, the n***a is so radical. Foolish fools. Don't get me started how I k** them crews. Boy's no kingpin but watch me as I push a few. Kevin is making moves and none of your tools got the power needed to make this young'n bruise. So addicted to these rap pages. Felt I was caged in when other n***as spat statements. n***as mistaken when getting thoughts of me faking. n***as is hating just tryna always get me breaking. But I ain't shaken just watch a young n***a make it. Love, Kevin. Just a n***a from around bumping his earphones and sh**. Ain't grew up bumping no car cause my mother only recently coped that sh**. Kings Park is where you'll find me at. Even when I'm gone best be sure I'm coming back. Gotta get out of here and catch my dreams. If I could I'd it sitting on that maroon steal My lıl cousın looked at my phone All he see ıs Blu, Rapsody and Phon..te "Ay Kev man, where the f** ıs your Wayne at, aınt got no Wayne here? Nıgga yous a f**en lamenare" I had to sıt hım down, learn hım hım why I aınt have em True story