[Verse 1]
Give a shout out to raised me
Give a shout out to who made me
Carol D and Michael P
Down in CT since a baby
Never much in time out
Always sticking true to my route
Whatever that may be
And pretty soon I'm bout to find out
Where I'm headed where I'm going
Homies know with love I'm showing
Maybe getting shout outs
When I'm making songs the mic I'm holding
Red button hit record then I rap it out
Nowadays my lyrics are really what my real life's about
My hard work, some girl shit
My money made I take trips
To BK that's NY or CT friends say hi
My hometown that's we hart
And beast trips that's Rhode I
I rode by on skateboards
Still don't know what you hate for
I'm open to suggestions
I know music I should make more
Used to play my tracks and ask my friends hey yo you feel this?
But nowadays I'm asking how it'd feel to hear some real shit

[Verse 2]
I'm 23 now, everyday I'm growing up
I'm immature as fuck two diplomas yea I hold them up
Peace high school peace college
Peace brain cells peace knowledge
Peace bad shit don't need it
Peace real work I got this
Not trynna make it big
I'm just trynna make it big enough
Balling till we falling
But don't ask me what is in my cup
Its my cup fuck you that's what Wayne said
But me I'm sipping blue juice, powerade-esque
Trying to say hyped up
Ain't trying to get faded
I'm trying to stay focused
And until I fucking make it
Trying to be myself but its hard in a world of clones
I make a bunch of my own beats and I'm switching up my flows
Line 13 a new pace I work hard I stack cake
Like green day basket case
I'm loco that shit cray
Everything I take it
Its always inspiration to this music that I'm making
Fuck your feelings I ain't faking