[Verse 1]

I'm up late at night

Just trying to make it right

My mom's gave me some great advice though

Whatever's suffices

And gets them nikes

To cover your toes

Your brethren know reality's cold

It gets 100 below

Relax for now

Cry later

I just want you to know

You're safe

There's no escape though

You're gonna find

Everyday is testing your peso

Dont use a scapegoat

To get the papes and stay afloat

I sing my favorite notes

I know some of my family's drowning

They lost the boat

Meanwhile, my brother's boat struggle but they staying close

I take a dose of dopamine

While I pray and toast

Opening glass smelling my future like it's flagrant coke

I mask the truth so I can act like I don't have a clue

I'm truly putting myself into a bad position

Even though I'm calculating my future like mathematicians

I got the vastest visions

You can talk but I don't have to listen

[Hook]

Wake up in the morning and I ask myself (4x)

[Verse 2]

And at this time of day

I'm trying to find a way from Tuc Town to Santa Fe

My west Texas connections

The right direction

Is hotel selections

And business

The riches

Where numbers often come in several digits

I listen to street theory

And keep wary of my surroundings

Only follow where the sound is

Hollow but simple dreams that I've had since a teen

Composing symphonies

But all is been is sympathy

For my unsuccess

I'm stressed

Nevertheless I'm expected to work and grind with the ineffective

Im left with scraps

Still makin my raps infectious

Lets just say they got prophylactics

The devil really wants to get total access of my gated brain

I'll stay the same though

It takes two to tango

Praying to my angel Gabriel

Fittin on my halo

Trying to keep the mind state of Plato

And lay low

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Family's got my head spinning like a broken record

Too much pressure when I choose between two equal treasures

Taking it to desperate measures

Cause my choices don't amount to nothing

I'm about discussing something that's intelligent

Duckin n weavin

Praying to Jesus that I'll make it through

Get papers to live on acres in Jamaica

Wake up

Smell the fresh sess

Breakfast

Living reckless

Music spreading liking epidemics

And feel the vibes

I'm real and wise

But everything else is ill-advised

It's either 9 to 5s

Or get my shit televised

I over spoke

I'm hoping that I made sense

I'm running out of patience

I'm out this bitch