Life is hard, joy far, mind has a scar, life is a bar, wanna speak up, but told to shut up, so you keep a pistol tucked, fealing stuck in da muck outta luck. mouths full of filler an tar, told you gonna be a star but u grow up and crashed the car, now you work a 9 to 5 at a bar, selling drinks an coding, dreams folding, temper scolding, seeing that your balding. my lust for sucess, is a bees nest, so many routes to press,feeling stress opressed depressed. but we goona make it out lose the doubt, da name will gain clout, in this title bout they shout and ill stand out. we stay strong around hear, no fear, ehen look into the mirror things will be clearer, future sharper than a spearer, past dark like the grim reaper, waters deep and unclear. like to shut it out, the past cant effect us know, so font lrt did town shut it down tell we have da crown. time to murder thr sound, an not hit the grown aint nrver going down. i spit rymed when i bust, trust you must. love my flow, bound to glow make dou bro. keep my tims lace up, my baby moma fucked, loving when shes stuck on my nuts. when i get big, i wont forget about this live i live or the people im with, at the moment, stay heaven sent, but hell bent land bars thst pay rent.