When I’m all alone I’m stuck in these thoughts Don’t know how to stop my brain from overthinking Every situation Man, this shit is not amazing No It’s not amazing I always get stuck Thinking bout the wrong shit Instead of the right shit I’m stuck thinking bout what may go wrong for the day Instead of thinking what may go right It’s crazy As I write this shit down I feel like I won’t make it anywhere And I’ll be a disappointment to all my family But that fact alone is what’s keeping me going All you haters, hating on my shit Suck a dick I don’t need no phony ass nigga tellin me what to do I’m an independent artist Finna make it up Yea I started from the bottom now we gettin there to the top Nice and slow, but yet so steady Mama I’m so sorry for all my disrespect And all the pain I’ve put you through And Lawrence I’m so sorry for everything I’ve said and done I even threatened your life And you didn’t deserve that and I’m so sorry man Know you may not listen dude buts it’s alright cause one day imma make it to the top Buy yah a new house Make sure yah live lavishly Give yah each a quarter of the money that I’ll earn It’s time I make it all up for yah For yah I love you mama I love you told pops Imma make it all right That’s a promise.