So I, wake up and I start my day sometimes I, think back but it’s tha same. But I, still got hope that there be sun outside I’m still dreaming abt ah bigger life. Wit sum big ole thangs n sum icy chains. N badass whip wit sum interior mane. N badass chick wit her name ona rang. But I keep goin insain. It’s jus a mental game. Feel like I’m stuck ina box but I’m jus stuck I’m brain. N yeah I try to switch up buh I’m jus stuck in my ways. Okay they see they have a smile n faker than fake. Got my emotions flowing down man straight to tha lake. Got niggas paddle n waddleln n they digging a grave N now they wanna look at me but ay y’all got ah mistake. Cause Ian tryna die I’m jus tryna fly ik it get rough but illl be ight. Jus promise me u not fina go n reach fo tha light. N stick around wit the ppl that be doin u right. Why u tryna go out, jus to go see a fight yo u betta get home cause they creeping at night. But ima sit n kick back n roll ta get high. N maybe relax n hit wax. I smoke u smoke bad. I roll up then hit that. Cause Yk my shi smack. Rolling tha city mane I’m rolling threw sum flashback. I remember seein ppl rockin all tha snapbacks. Buh now they chillin at home, twittering on they Snapchat. Wishin dat they weren’t alone dealing wit shit back at home shi they prolly needa chick to help them get back big n strong. I’m jus tryna spread the word it’s ight to open up. (Exactly man get over stuff) tuck yo chin n act real tuff. Buh In tha long run, that’s not enough. Do yo part n it’s not that rough.