I don't want it to end yet, but I didn't begin yet I said you're just a fan, you're just not really a friend yet Something that I've been said, practice makes perfect But I'll probably die tomorrow, tell me is it really worth it I can read the latest books, learn everything I need to But it seems they'll still look at me like a crook I'm like, yeah I'm pretty nice, yeah I'm pretty much an a**hole And they don't understand so it sounds hypocritical but f** you And I'm still the one the young n***as look up to Imagine what I'd do if I was pa**ionate dudes Who only look around because they're searching for the truth And I'm still searching for a coupe, but only lurking in this booth And still more hazardous than you, still a casket fits my suit I wonder when my last breath is, life s**s but f** I'm really tired of imagining how d**h is And Earth is lame, waiting for the moment that I'm blasting off I only go hard, I found out that you f*gs is soft Your sight is too limited to see my vision And you never listen so don't tell me OK just to pa** me off