it's been a long time now, trying to put a record out and make Mama proud, looking down from heaven wish you could see me now, making millions off this single called when it's dark out, you can't outdraw a man with the length of your wingspan, I had a vision I was writing words right in the sand, first hand or the second hand, just like a clock, time won't stop time to take these beat to the chop shop I remember back in the old days when you worked two jobs to keep food on the table always and to keep the car parked in the stable, I'm unstable, signed to a label, it's not racial, I enable the rap game and get an appraisal this shit fatal, the work I do is from the worktable, most of these rappers can't afford cable so they asking for the WiFi, come at me bitch I got nine lives, Im revived but people wanna criticize like a McChicken with no fries, people wanna ask why I'm so sick with it, it's a gift, I was born with it, don't care if your feeling it, I'm not gonna stop till the paper hit the ceiling, by 24 I made half a million, doing shows at the pavilion, that year I made a killing, and I stay on my grind, the black card never gets diclined so sit back and unwind and you find the best rapper in the game in real time, all these mumble rapper in the game got no lines, all they wanna go is do get drunk sniff lines, try to act hard but it's all lies, hard times are coming, I ain't t never had enough of nothing. you come at me the wrong way and I'mma put you in hearse..far away,