I look at myself in the mirror like what did you do
I pull up and they all tryna hate
To be honest I'm making this music cause
I don't have anything else to be doing or making
I been hopping in the booth with The Word on my back
I been praying that the God really have my back
If I kneel everyday for this shit I might get me some racks
But that's not really part of the plan
My mama told me that I wouldn't make it
I had to get back in stu-gotta bake it
I wrote a song for myself when I'm famous
I know some of y'all really here tryna shame us
I'm not the shit but it's word on my mom
I'ma hop in a foreign even if have I'ma trap again
I don't how much time its gonna take but I'm patient
Baby I need me some patience
I am mess and I know she been toxic
But that's not the topic-my love is in a coffin
Aye, don't start coughing-don't move out of topic
I just need a kiss to get back in the moshpit
Me and my nigga, we trapped in school
We sold drugs that made niggas feel cool
I was young I was f*ckin' a fool
I should have known better but that shit isn't cool
Mama I see what you saying
Hope my gran-daddy up there looking down on me
Telling me everything's gon' be okay
Son, you gon' be f*cking okay
I know I'm gon' be okay
I know I'ma hop in a big whip
And I know I'ma cop me some big drip
Even though they don't see where this shit hits
Girl I'm on my knees
Praying for something big
I know you don't need me
You tryna get over me
I'm on my knees, everyday, every night
Ohh