my life is all about me myself and i, this the way am working it out to rise, music is all i do to shine, when its my time am gonna dine and wine, this my destiny its not a goddamn prize, i hav got the talent its serve as my prime, walking so hard to create a fame, even trough burning flames, i all make it and earn their praise, my life and urs aint the same, with those beats i have got my aims, what u have got i believe is lame, cus no one can match or stand my game, i play it alone and win trough pains, back in the days am learning to survive like craze so u aint gonna tell me what to do in my lane, this world is full of struggles to be alive, music is all i have got to survive, kneeling praying to God to keep me alive, and keep my haters down paralyzed, from now on they have to realized, that this my life, its me my self and i... OK, now am that nigga always working things out, cuss am a hustler i always burn things out, it paying now and am ridding out, things aint same any more cause am hanging out, with them bitches like the boy from the south, fucking with them bitches even on the couch, playing one on one with them even of the court, those complaining wanna take me to court, come yall lets get things sort, cuss aint got time as you know life is short.... yeah... OK OK OK they dont see my struggles all they see was my troubles, well then prepare to get them double, this i have just started so aint gonna fumble, i all pretend to be humble, but to those who knew my hustles, when you talk abt me be prepare 4 battle, cuss am bringing it to you the war of bottles, feed u with grasses like them feed them cattle's, i dont care nigga even do u leave in the jungle, till u taste my wrath i dont want this to settle,