When I was young I wanted to make a mil yo They told I had to make a record deal tho They said I can’t I said I will tho They said I can’t be real But I’m being real bro I wanna be on the 100 billboard I wanna have people shouting at my shows Signing deals, and praising my lord They say am I sure, I’m pretty sure bro Enough talking It’s time to go So somebody please Hand me the microphone Sitting at a table talking about highs a lows Oh my bad I just had one more thing to say tho Hard core My lord Let’s go Oh no! losing my manners I’m done with hate What will I master When I run from my fate But it’s like I went backwards And I can’t escape I keep on going after When they throw me the bait kid put me on the blackest Outdoor Put him back court Mad sick When I asked for Look them go wild This is a encore Music of the track, my sport When I’m on the dash, I’m at my door Write the notes i had, like a whiteboard Cause I’m Very intentional call me fashionable I’ll put u back together Call me irrational Reframe from rejection Aim with a death wish Remain with my brethren Yea that’s me Not artistic Not those things Move with the music Rap with the beat Call anything But bad at things Woo Thought I was gone but I wouldn’t be forever Now I’m back Here comes the stormy weather I better cut me some slack Let me get my crap together Go on my back I’m carrying forever Call me number one calling them together Here comes the storm and it ain’t the weather I’m coming back and I’m staying forever Fade in Fade in Fade in Fade In I’m done waiting Fade in Fade in Fade in Fade In I’m done waiting It’s time to go So somebody please Hand me the microphone Sitting at a table talking about highs a lows Oh my bad I just had one more thing to say tho Hard core My lord Let’s go Oh no! Fade in Fade in Fade in Fade In I’m done waiting Fade in Fade in Fade in Fade In