[Verse: Zilla F.]
Slipped on my dirty Vans, grabbed my backpack
Heading to the store just to grab a black
Two geebs headphones in let the song start
Open up the door head out for this long walk
Start second guessing this trip, man this shit is far
Another thought pops in my head, n***a get car
For real I need to, you know a n***a broke though
I can't save money for shit, my life's s joke yo
But I can't seem to laugh
I'm just seen as brash
Cuz I been itching to kill I got the meanest rash
Still walking hard but I'm thinking
Still smoking weed everyday but quit drinking
Still broke as fuck, a morherfucker need franklins
God damn, just a young n***a in America
Skin black with tats, so chances are I'm scaring ya
Got my six pack back so you know the ladies drooling
But truth be told I really wonder how Kaylee's doing
Reminiscing chilling at her crib, drinking my tea
Never mind cause the bitch probably ain't thinking about me
Thoughts are racing, n***a my thoughts are racing
Killing my daydreams n***a Freddy vs. Jason
I'm thinking about the future, picturing all the laughter
From the haters and the doubters if I don't make it as rapper
Then the laughs turn to cries, the do's turn tries
The truth in my rhymes turn to motherfucking lies
Then I start asking why, then I just stop asking
The Beatles told me let it be so fuck it let it happen
I think about the rap game, all it does is make me hungry
Lil bro gotta eat mom need the money
And I want the respect i rightfully deserve
Get these n***as off my back get these bitches off my nerves
I want it all I mean everything, the power
Damn, I ain't even realize I made it here to Krauzers