Young nigga out the Bricks with the

Knowledge, sick vendetta to get cheddar

But I feel separated from other artists

Cause money is an issue nigga fuck it it's a problem

Newark kid fuck it rob 'em right

That's how they people go about fixing their problems right

They sleep at night and people eating from the garbage right

For all that shit that I've been speaking, pray to God at night I breakdown

Oh Mom I promise you the best

I turn them zeroes on my tests to hella zeroes on my checks

We skate town

I just don't want to see you mad at me

I wonder if they got a drug test at Applebees

Ha, that shit ain't funny but we laugh

That hunger in my tummy makes me wanna go to class

But this rap shit has got me chasing money living fast

Shit I'm always in the whip but ain't got money for the gas breakdown

I can't even afford it, the doctors telling me that sleep is important

But how can I be sleeping when I should be recording

Shit there's money on my mind and I can sleep in my coffin

R.I.P. to my gram though

She's somewhere in a man hole

And life is what it is and so

I spill my heart so y'all can feel my soul

We pay too much for this heat so I can't feel my toes

And I ain't beat to put my career on hold

So I'mma get off of this boy shit to a life of enjoyment

I'm only good at being young though

I'm 21 and from the Bricks, you get exposed to a jungle

Its either get a job, rep a set, steady mobbin' shit

Or do music out of college bitch

And please don't cry cause did I mention

Way back in freshman year I swear I had some good intentions

I came home every Christmas, I made a couple wish lists

But since I've been so blue eventually this little engine breakdown

I'm hoping that my momma and my daddy stay around

What's gonna happen to my sister if they pass away now

Her life will be a little more than patty cake now

This ain't no fuckin playground

Sometime a nigga breakdown

Sometime a nigga breakdown

I swear to God I breakdown