Will I make it I don't know but I'm striving
The thing that's on my mind is surviving
Can't let em get close they keep lying
They want me tripped up stop trying
I fade away by myself sometimes
I hate feeling like dying
Hit the road with a bag rolled up I'm fine
Feeling like flying
And when it's done then it's done I guess
Real deal I evolve each test
Can't chill did it all no vest
New page stand tall what's next
Aye
I hit the road with a bag rolled up I'm fine