You know I flow hard on every beat, I ain’t staying in school to get a degree, I wanna be the first millionaire in my family tree, I wish my dad could see me, Thinking bout my feelings for you makes me twitch, I wanna be a rap star with 30 on my wrist, I wanna make music u can’t resist, I ain’t got emotions from the shit you put me through, Felt like 10 years you were locked up in the screw, I need the feeling of getting 100 bag withdrew, For months felt like I been stuck in a loop, God heard me when I prayed, Finding love s like being in Dubai and tryna find shade, Don’t want handouts I wanna be self made, I wanna rap my songs On a stage, But I don’t want fame, Me and my bro are the exact same, Trauma makes u feel no pain, Lemme take my family on a flight to Spain, And pray it doesn’t rain, I’m proud of my last name, If I get rich I ain’t gonna turn insane, don’t wanna hear ur sob story, Im aiming high im seeking for glory, How can someone act hard when there mum and dad are Tory’s, Daddy’s MONEY BORES ME, Try starting from nothing, If I confonted me dad he’d start mumbling, Cuz for his whole life he’s been running, An see i started of w rapping , There weren’t ever no trappin , All these man actin , They thought they could be like me but it’s not happening , So rap truth and pussy stop cappin , I’m just tryna make dough , Me and bro gonna put on a show , I started making money slow , Made it quicker by learning how to grow, Love smoking my weed w my bro, Lemme fly to place we’re I’m unknown, I don’t trust no one so I’m doing this shit on my own, If shit going wrong stay quite don’t moan, I’m only 15, But I still smoke my greens, I keep that quiet tho all behind the scenes, When we making bags are ops are gonna be fiens, Gonna be braking laws Ina beam,, make my Mumsy proud, Me and bro gonna rap one day with a croud, These people like ducks the more bread u got the more they come around, Me and bro need to start making bag and stop sitting round, Gonna be driving in the lamb truck, Feels like disrespect when people say my success was luck, Doing this year on a solo ting tryna get this rapping ting up, An trust me touching your first band is way better then holding her hand, My childhood went so quick don’t even have a memory of playing in sand, Still don’t know if I wanna rap or start a brand, To this day I’ll never forget when I saw my dad in the can, To get rid of pain I found it easy just to bun a few, But then my addiction grew, Not for weed but for money, Never forget the shit my dad done it was scummy, Yutes say there boys but only meet if it’s sunny, How can I be wet for being a mummy’s boy, The only thing u given ur mum is a McDonald’s toy, School teaching us how to get employed but not employ, For the rest of the year ima sit back and enjoy, In the morning Ima be making 10 racks while u eating chips ahoy, U man wanna hold hands but I wanna hold bandz, My teacher driving a rental so why should I follow there commands, These people like ducks the more bread u got the more they come around,