[Verse 1] I can't really trust my friends, I can only trust myself When I drop videos it'll be just myself Looking for individuals with the same principals Nobody see my vision but I've always been visual Looking at life from the hopes, of a different outcome People heard my album, like “wow you've really outdone You previous work and you really have some talent” Now topping my album is gonna be my challenge Not cause it was good, cause I'm running out of storys We know I come from the place where living can be boring So while you're snoreing I'm typing, or at least doing some writing Cause I'm grinding trying to keep my career constantly climbing I'm running out of good beats and running out of lyrics If I repeat a couple lines I know people gonna hear it I ain't have any intention of becoming a sell out CREAM is the only thing I spell out Should I tell the tale about the girl I saved from suicide Or would she hit me up and be like “That was between you and I” You can try to say I'm not good I feel I'm the only kid from my city that doesn't try to act hood And tukee ain't a city but I need something to rep Or these people will just show me less and less respect Getting “great job” from my peers and I fear I'll become satisfied But nah probably not I am just more magnetized To my first album I spent 300 dollars on Leaves no money for the shirts with all the collars on Or the clothes I see at the mall with triple 3 digits That I see and say are cool but know that I can't get it And you know the people I don't think are smart enough Are the ones that think I don't work hard enough Are you delirious? please don't tell me you seriously believe That I would half a** something I work my a** off to achieve I want tats all on my sleeve… But I got you rats all in my cheese, So I just gotta hide my cheddar Hip hop is my first lady and I'm happy that I met her I bet her we could make it, be the greatest from my hometown Looking at my first songs, damn I've really grown wow Time to get some fresher clothes now, rock a better show now Call me saint nick but I ain't bringing ho ho hoes down Cause I said that they don't exist You can call me mr more concerned with bonuses And there's a lot of things you can call me that would start with Mr We ain't hooking up but we might be playing twister And that might of sounded s**ual It's cause they say my raps are way to intellectual It's not my fault that the listeners are dumb I'm just out crazin, having fun At home playing rock band “give the drummer some” Ba rum ba bam bum, these rappers tote AK's I'm just chillin with my friends having all these playdates Remember back when they called it that I called a couple labels, they didn't call me back So I'm staying independent like my political party Duhhhhh I stay so Mc Fly like marty And if I lose my scholarship I'm going in the army Or maybe the navy or the air force One day I find a girl who I can care for And see be like what you stare for, when I meet her at the airport I'd say girl you fly, get it we at the airport? But every time in my life I've been the one to caremore Fall in love with girls who go on twitter and quote paramour Can I don't mind they're a great band But I'm just being honest I think I'm a great man But I guess I am mistaken, So I'm always mixtape making Dreaming of traveling the world until I'm with the hatians Dealing when the tsuami, as I kid I'd watch toonami Call me the black kennedy shout out to tommy I've spit so many flows I'm draining out my think tank Originally this was called there is no spring break But I got hit by school and kicked by work Best AZ rapper I'm trying to get it first