Feelin like a QB, with a bad O-Line Wonder how my town would be, with no Ryan Being hustled, like drugs in the trap So much problems and that’s why I rap People act like they’re my friend when theyre not Then go off saying that they keep it real I feel right above the country, T dot Feel like I’m bald cuz I wonder what’s the deal The last thing I need right now is some hatin Just do you i don’t mean masturbatin Last thing I wanna do is sell my soul to satin I’m already going through mental mahem I’ll remember writing raps up in the classroom Cuz sooner or later I’ll be high up like the moon And soon my social life won’t have much room I hope my older friends dont find out imagine such doom