Alright

Mike check one, two, ready go.

All this time in the studio, I gotta blow.

With dreams turn to reality, we never know, but I don't want to be old and broke. Hell fucking

No. Groupies come and go rock the bed because you rock the show. She's telling all my friends why they call her silly ho. Just trying to get a hit. I'm feeling like a junkie. Trying to hit the top because it seems so comfy. I should have been a lawyer or something.

Get on rain rhymes there broke just trying to turn something not a nothing.

My mom say I put in way too much energy.

I just took an ass.

She really wasn't feeling me.

My dad keep trying to tell me to have a plan B.

I ain't going to be happy with whatever that plan B because I could have got an office job

and got laid off or fucked by made off or fight

for a country that wish they could watch my race off the globe and die for a cause that

we don't need no shit and mean no matter where route we all end up shit creak so look at all the

options before you try and down me.

I'd rather follow my dream and get the same result because the American dream seem to be blowing smoke.

To me, it's just a joke. We pay 80,000 for a degree and all the jobs you apply to tell you no. I ain't trying to fuck around and shit's gay because you either fuck by Uncle Sam or Sally Mae. Too bad following dreams don't look good on my resume.

Yeah, yeah. I don't hear what you

trying to say they say i'm hard-headed and i'm too stubborn when i get my money right they ain't

gonna say nothing all the elevators going down but mine's going up and you ain't gotta like my choices

i don't really give a fuck