Guess a few exceptions, yeah, I'm living honest Except I promised my momma I would finish college, started chasing profit Sorry ma, I ain't forget about it but if money I'm hoping that you could see through all the drama and me get these dollars And my ambition burn so hot, like I'm bleeding lava Haters be pleading me to stop but I don't even Though my approach is seeming awkward, I see it proper See success and I just see the fact that I don't need a Doms hotter than the of Harry Potter shit Pedal to the metal, high-level, full throttle Still searching for a reason why niggas ain't acknowledge I'm lost in an era where shit does not exist I hate the sway of things, I'm everyday it I'm getting and laughing at the way they overdoing shit I'm just a old soul to a newer script I guess I got to prove this shit, I'm too legit to quit
I'd like to send a shout to the that didn't raise us To every ho who hated, now unable to say To critics doing with comments and nigga paid for an apartment Yesterday off some I haven't yet made up Cressida, pay up Bars going hard as the ashtray where I place Shouts to the eses who paid to play us, riding in the barrio and puff blowing kush in Huf clothing articles, Kenny blunts, got us stuck like a barnacle To the of your shit, ironic cause the audios As nautical as ships, look momma, momma Look, your is legit, I promise, honest Karma got me up my fist 'Til I your clique, pardon the clips I am honestly as bomb as it gets, regardless of who I'm farming, hits Just me and Domo and lit to split between two of us Rocking easy as warming some ramen noodles up So, for a way to state it right Young, black, and jaded, vision hazy strolling the night