[Verse 1: BTK]

Spoke to a God with some black eyes at my bed side

Said "It's time to get shit right, you gon' miss life

When it's time, get the best flight, boy you best ride

If you're dyin' to get this shine off a quick rhyme

Don't deny any pen, write, sell and get signed

Fuck a thick dime, you'll get plenty once you give it time

Better listen, do what they all say, you'll do fine

Only problem is the media will keep a close eye

And tell everyone you made cause you chose two lives

If you talk about it, you might fuck around and do time

Cause they'll listen to ya mouth in all your new rhymes

So make sure you keep it closed whenever the booth mine

Doesn't matter what happens, whether or not, you got a spot

You'll get better and better and get more cheddar forever

Just never leave, so decide, if you wanna stay here

Or sell ya soul, you will thrive."

[Hook: BTK]

I can't, get control of my life