football practice freshman year was smokin blunts wit my homies and all my peers talk about the shit we had to go through and just laugh and talk about the girls we didnt get like it was our fault even when i felt like i fit in i felt like i was still lost and then i asked myself is this really what it costs to have all these friends but to feel empty inside but then it was always the weirdest shit runnin thru my mind even surrounded by my homies and girls i felt so alone cuz aint nobody really showed me support all i ever wanted was to feel like i was known but they was just their to treat me like i was broke and dirt poor and even if it was true whyd u have to put me on blast like that cuz then ya be talkin bout we hate on these rats but ya hypocrites just talkin smack exposin me actin like you can gain control wit me but then i gotta tell the whole world somethins wrong wit ur brain cuz aint nobody ever knew bout my pain and even those i told knew and still treated me like i wasnt worth the time but when i blow up i know everybody gon be tryna blow up my line and errbody told ke i wasnt gin make it in life so i made it my mission to chase the bag, and forget bout all the strife no matter what. i couldnt give in to the pressure bout what i was gon do when i had a famipy and had to raise kids i knew i had to make an escape so im spittin these rhymes hopin to become 1 of the greats i cant stand bein alone havin to focus on whos here wit me i j gotta work hard to make it outta this city