Cooking in extra space
The homies closet was the place
I release my first track and dipped
Lost my itch there goes the time
I can't tell what's mine
Everything is fine
Trying to find love like a drive by
I can't open up my mind
It's a waste of time
I take all the blame
So I don't drive you insane
I live a game
Using drugs coping with the pain
It's the only thing that hits the brain
Nicotine, weed
It's all the same
It's a blame game
I splash the three like dollar dame
I'm chasing fame
My emotions tame
I spit straight flames
Millions counting my name
I keep moving like a train
I'm not the same
Get off me
I'm sobertastic
My fanatic is something elaborate
The homies call it talent
But I think it's something from the brain the numbers drove me insane
I began to crave the fame
Chase my goals for the fam
Damn I think I just want to go gold
I can't fold
I'm just a goal
Trying not sell my soul
It's the intro tape lord behold
I see nothing behind me
Nothing in life is free
This is the only chance I see
Lord spare me
I'm blessed to be the best self dressed mess
I feel like I gotta evolve
Rocky dropped testing shit changed me from above
My life changed abrupt
I snuck in a new life
The only thing I see is money
Godspeed someone pray for me