Verse 1

Prolly the only 16-year-old who’s awake at this time
It’s 00h50 in the morning and I’m starting my rhymes
Maybe I’m high
Or maybe I just fail to see right
If you thinking I’m crazy than you should pay me no mind
It cost me nothing
Your hating ain’t no fucking disruption
My mind is running
My blood boiling, fuck it it’s rushing
I’m taking too much shit in
Fucking with this rap shit nigga, ain’t no quickie
Taking my time to do this shit s little fucking different
And plus I’m thinking, “Will I make it nigga, will I get it?”
Prepping my future
Any chance I get, ain’t letting slipping
Don’t let them fool you, making sure your boat ain’t fucking sinking
They call you “Loser” through your whole life you’ve been never winning
Your Paps a boozer, so you heard cause you ain’t never seen him
You’re sinning
Ain’t no other way out of this house hold
You’re day-dreaming
Bout the day you don’t call yourself broke
The lights low
Kind of calling your house home
And so
The streets welcome you with open arm
Hoping that one day that your record gets to top the charts
But before you do that you just plan to garb the hearts
Of every lil boy in your hood who’s right now pushing bars
You play your part
Expanding the art
Ain’t never warming up the bench, been there from the start
But I’m, but I’m, but I’m so appalled
I’m waiting, I’m sweating, on my rap rewards

Verse 2

Sometimes I’m getting tired of this rap shit
Less money coming in than the effort that I put in
The dreaming of finer things
Is finally catching up to me and man I’m out of road
And truth be told I could use a lighter load
A brighter soul
An account that’s got some much more woes
But all we younger niggas crave is a lot of whores
A lot of clothes
Lot more diamonds and of cause some gold
Forgetting, about the more important things in life
We dislike, how these niggas lives turned out to be
And we discuss how we’d really like the shit to be
So different
So a nigga goes and grabs a pen
I know we had a poor start at our fucking beginning
But damn it
Who said we can’t go off with richer endings?
The white man ain’t got no fucking say to what my plans is
The black man wasting his bullets trynna get them at me
And like it was said before
I’ll fucking say it again
The darkest hour always come prior the light of day
Throughout the years shed tears with many pears
Complaining how the minority’s luck is always shared
And how the higher class keep all the nice shit to themselves
And yes, sometimes the “A” for effort turns to a fucking F
Cause what you put in nigga ain’t really what you gone get
Don’t me hate cause you‘re thinking I’m so negative
Rather applaud me for saying shit that’s so relevant