I wake up in the morning wit a mind full of thoughts, I get that crazy sense that shit just feels off A man tryna understand where he fits in God's plan, His enemies talkin shit but he really don't give a damn Fuck what they tawkin, I'm living my life freely, I ain't John Cena, so you bitches won't even see me Mr 713 is me till I RIP, Soon as my pen hit that pad, yo ass gon feel the heat My peers with them listening ears gon feel this beat Gon hit so hard, you ain't got a choice but to have a seat Longing for them days where every notepad would even bleed, So with that, ima keep writing, move, and proceed Walk on by like none of these fuckers even know me, Something like Missouri, you just gon have to show me, I live by my word, that's what was taught and told to me, Folk runnin game, that shit gets real old to me Why do folks love to play games and be phony? Tawkin bout they family, naw nigga you been exposed G And since I'm a loner, i gotta keep watching shit closely I'm a child of TMH, its a reason he chose me... Bars...