chasin the me that I need to succeed the success I need to breath thanks to the ones that helped when I was in need the ones that helped me plant the seed I see a lot people want me to bleed I back in the right frame of mind no more wasting precious time my mind and body healin from all that nicotine and liquor I was concealin it took away my crown made feel like clown didn't make it to the last round hit me with a wicked rum punch nicotine high for lunch I soak in my flaws a bunch new confidence I have a found ears perk up when I hear that victory siren me and winning got an alliance my haters more like 0-16 lions critiquing my failures thats ironic cause you failing to layers