[Verse 1: Levi Hinson] Um Depressive tendencies When I'm gone, hope they remember me I'm tryna use my raps to get the cheddar cheese Buy my parents a house and pay some student loans I'd rather use it for that than abuse it for my own I came up from the suburbs, I'm outgrowing my home Ready to graduate so I can have life of my own Tired of being disrespected because of my age I'm sick of acting like I'm cool with what people are saying It's a conscious decision I just really need to make I pray to God that my haters will be abbreviate Wait for a second, don't make you pay for the record And you still playing the record, but giving hate to the record It doesn't add up These people are jealous, like oh, you mad huh? That's funny, I'm coming, tryna run it So depressed up in the winter months But still got enough records to go smack you up with Uh I got rappers throwing up, sick [Verse 2: Montell Fish] (throwing up noise) Yo, I'm puking on these bars man Beat's crazy, I be swingin' lines like I'm tarzan Aw man, did I mention That I'm with Hinson Taking over the business and robbing these rappers' jobs man? I charge $3 billion for a feature Cause homie I don't need the money, I got Jesus Blowing up like atom bombs, [?] falling in different seasons Called up to a God and He answered me, like "you have reached me" "You've reached me son, the struggle's over" I was a man dogging life like my name was dober Was never sober, was always smoking He took the J out my mouth and annointed my vocals Rapping 'bout d**, was always boastful Gave me 87 chances like I'm [?] The flow is postal, your boy is local So holler at me if you ever need a mogul