ill brain first time i got in a class first thing that comes in ma mind i just take pen and i write i swear this shit was just mad niggas dem thing dat im mad i looked at their shoes and i laughed these nigga didnt know where im at but i made sure i flew with dat class eyy i feel like running i feel like rhyming i feel like shouting im getting money im sweet like honey bitches dem want me i love my mummy i want my daddy i fuck your aunty if i do this 2 in a row i make sure i get a grammy i love the fame and the hate these nigga hating the pain they only wanting the gain luck doesn't fall like it rain u gat fight for your place i already know where i head im sure it is where others fail i love the spot that im at people that holding my hand i make sure i do same it's fine the goal is the end not the start this shit doesn't start like its plan and that one thing i love with my rhyme eyyyyy