Wrote this at my grandpa crib, he was next room sleeping
I hope he know i got a dream, i been up skeemin
Of takin the whole fam, damn right the whole fam
To an ocean view before i even become a old man
U know that feelin of being proud, too proud to hold a hand
I ain't never folding man, i ain't never folding man
I gotta lotta fears, tryna get up out of here
Time to pack up all my bags, make a living off my ears
I'm addicted to, sick drum riffs accompanied by bass-lines
Thick chicks with pretty little waist lines
I ain't tryna waste time, i ain't gotta take 5
I just want my cake right
I don't really fit in, with no one in attendance
I hope you get offended, cuz I'm tired of livin'
In this perfect image, that is not realistic
On some Jason Kid shit, my grandpa caught a cyst quick
Cancer come fast, so the memories are vidid
Motivated rip shit, put away the kid shit
With a perfect 10 model, that wanna sit splits
All up on my dick quick, cuz i be on some rich shit
I ain't never had, i ain't never had shit
So when the money come quick i ain't listening to no pastors
Im dodging them caskets, living life faster
Cuz you can sleep later, while the competitions napping
Im plottin my next move, u could see what happens
When no one accept you, but faith remain your caption
My flow need a restroom, off the edge snapping
I was back packing, all up in them khakis
Til i learned a 9 5, it will never make me happy
The powers in ya mind, yeah watch me work my magic
Watch me work my magic
Watch me work my magic