[Verse 1]
Young boy had a thing for fast cars
Nascar to be honest didn’t make it that far
Young boy had a thing for outer space
To a place
No one can relate
That’s just not my taste
What a waste
Times spent on the road
Stories I always heard
Yet warnings were never told
Some people never change and sadly that’s just the way it is
So if you not a fan then please stay out my monkey biz’
Seventeen now figuring what’s truly important
Big dreams of making mills and signing deals with Jordan
All the love to the people that make my house a home
Lessons learned for when I have a family of my own
Change my tone
Shift my focus on taking the crown
In the end I probably still end up being a clown
Heard a saying that says what goes around comes around
Tryna be the next one to really hold the city down

[Verse 2]
Ah man
I remember when
Young boy was bout ten
Dropped a tape
Hot n’ Ready boy I thought I was the man
Couple seconds
Now I'm back again
I don’t need no friend
What y’all recommend
Do dis’ to the, do dis’ to the end
To the end
Been gone for awhile now I’m back again
And I’m on a mission
With some more precision
Didn’t wanna listen
Now they try to split my dream but I can see division
I can see it, I can see it, yeah
Tell em I can see the vision
I can see it, I can see it, yeah, look
I can see the vision
I can see it, I can see it (woah)
Best believe me, best believe it
I can see it, I can see it
I can see it