I'm just a struggling artist tryna make bread
Ironic how they sleep on me I don't got a bed
Wake up in the mornin looking where the food at
Evicted several times in a row where we bout to move at
You couldn't imagine half the shit that I go through
My friends biggest concerns is how they making curfew
Fuck that I gotta worry what ima eat
And how to duck and dodge that lifestyle in the street
I ain't tryna be a n***a from the ghetto
But all you see is a n***a from the ghetto
It odd with me they see something different
They see a famous person who can guide all the children
Fast cars whippin
First class chillin
Wit my millions
But that's just a vision
Until I get it
Jetaun tell em why I kill it

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Long nights recording
And longs flights
To San Fran to put on my city that's alright
But I gotta bigger picture
Me against the world and a couple of my n***as
Young boys like fuck whoever ain't wit us
That's Tacoma ent
Until I'm six feet deep
I could do this in my sleep
With a blindfold and my hands tied
Sent my condolences when your spit with ya man died
I feel like McDonalds cause I'm franchise
I feel like Goliath you Peter Pan size
N***a
Catch up no mustard
Spittin by the 16s bitches come in clusters
You Flustered
Cause I'm 20 I ain't holdin back
So it's like I'm 36 wen I'm hold that
M I C
Or p e n
Kill this shit to the very end n***a