[Verse 1: Panta]
I think similar like every other kid
Make some money and relax, just make it big
Perform at local places, getting booked for all kinds of gigs
But this shit ain’t as simple as you think, ya dig?
I want to be at least one person’s favorite rapper
Have a fan, they can recite my songs somehow faster
And then in the future, confront me telling me I’ve gotten wacker
And say I’ve gone Hollywood for considering being an actor
People doing my job, my songs mastered
And once this tape drops, I'ma be gone, Casper
Next to Astro and Kanye West
Be paid hundreds at best
Get convicted with a crime, getting under arrest
End up offing myself cause all the money will make me depressed
By the time I’m 18 years old, I’ll be second best
And at 30 my youngins will be rappers, we’ll all be at contest
And I'ma still beat them, yes

[Hook: EmperorAguila x2]
I’m growing up, I’m blowing up
Yet I am never glad
Just forever bad
I need it all, I need it now

[Verse 2: Panta]
Seventeen spit, seventeen more
Soon people will not be asses anymore
And I'll be remembered for that weird title no one thought before
And they'll be like "Can't believe he got away robbing that liquor store!"
Even if I make millions, I won't even spend much
Just spend a K on clothes, to feel the smooth touch
And definitely pay lessons for dutch
And just like Wiz buy tons on kush
Soon you'll all seem me flying in private planes
Or maybe in a collage seeing if my brain can gain
The knowledge, I need to take down these lames
Or change my job in the future, become William James
And I'm going to be in beef, and I don't know their name
But I know I'm gonna win, and it'll be in humor
My flow so smooth like the gun from a shooter
I hope something well will come for me in the future, you bitch..

[Hook: EmperorAguila x2]