Be strong young boy be good to yourself
Do you think that the hood is for your wealth?
You do a lot of good I can tell
Gamble in life but you can see no cards you’ve been dealt
So when you look down it upsets me as well
I see you go check if there is checks in the mail
If you think about failing then you’re destined to fail
Don’t know what the rest might entail
I can’t tell you myself cos all I am is the voice in your head
Stop ignoring your fam and be cool with your friends
If I saw you at 10 and you’re ignoring a blem
Just stick to the greed
I know it’s obscene but it’s all in your head
If you stayed at home would have all of been blessed
Now you’re moved so much you’re on tour in the ends
Now you’re storing your tens for when you were out late and you were bored your friends
You’re submerging yourself in some negative mindsets
Do you believe in the law of attraction but you’re bored with the fact that your energy’s lifeless
I think you’re depressed with the fact that you’ll die soon
Knowing infinity’s timeless and you won’t play a part in that
You wanna reincarnate you wanna start from scratch and maybe God is telling you to get your bible back
So

Why do I feel this way?
Why do I think like that?
Why did I take that place?
Why did I drink like that?
But now I’m raving
I don’t care about saving
I don’t care about failing
I don’t say no pagan, no
I speak from my heart cos I’ve been in the dark
I’ve seen both ends of the spectrum
Come along way from bunning up weed in the park
I don’t love my job
Not feeling a spark
My mind’s in a wall like it’s been in Iraq
Turn 18 I was still scheming a lot
You are 18 and you weren’t pleased with your car?
Still lucky to be who I are
I mean be who I am
Fuck

I correct myself but I steer to the plan
Blaze zoots, don’t drink beer with my fam
So I back track with this back straps in my hand not a bad lad baddie bam backs
With the grams in my hatchback
There’s a fat stack of the ams
They should fear me
Like there’s anthrax in my hands
Take the L is then go back to the plan
Some racists say “go back to Japan”
Not a red dot ting but I’m actually mad
Stay positive when I’m out with my boys
Get home realise that I’m actually sad
Online tells me that I’m statically mad
Sorry I’m in statistically
See this is stressing sesh ain’t good for my health
I need more of this meal like Mr. T
I can’t speak Chinese so I can’t ask my family much more about my history
I wanna be in that 0.1% like the bacteria in Listerine
Don’t wanna hit no bong but I piff the weed
I don’t miss no drop because I’m Mr. Beat
I wanna be on air
Can you picture me?
On the radio while you’re with your Christmas tree
So
Why do I feel this way?
Why do I think like that?
Why did I take that place?
Why did I drink like that?
But now I’m raving
I don’t care about saving
I don’t care about failing
I don’t say no pagan, no