Intro: $ir LT

Damn, damn, ay can you hand me my notebook?

Preciate it

Verse 1: $ir LT

It’s sad to see these citizens plagued, by minimum wage

Trapped inside the rat race, and constantly livin' in pain

But I still go nuts, and keep my style cinnamon glazed

I can’t be played, cause I barely been in the game

Or controlled by x and o’s, you know I gotta let 'em know

That I’m a professional, and don’t want my time wasted

By a hedonistic bitch, I wanna find greatness

In myself, and some wealth, dismissin' all the spells

That the devil placed, with intent of hate, 'cause there’s better days

Awaiting, so I’m aiming for the top and I can’t ever wait

For shit, if we don't click, I'ma search for the exit

My aura's been damaged, someone give me cream to cleanse it

I don't need no bitch, fuck out my face, I ain't desperate (facts)

Glad I left my old school, they were toxic at that cesspit

But I pray the niggas at my new one, give me credit

'Cause most niggas brain's ain't wired properly enough to get it!

Hook: $ir LT

I don't understand the reason behind me constantly losing friends

I wanna speak to someone 'bout this, but life is too intense

My heart got nothin' left i guess, I'll project it on you instead

Went through trials and tribulations, 'cause this is my true intent

Look...

Got a pen and pad surroundin' me, with led in my lounge room

All these- All these hatin' niggas, they gon' see what I amount to

Devoted my life gave a ring to rap, I'm glad i found you

(found you, found you, found you, found you, found you, found you)

Outro: $ir LT

Uh, I'm glad I found you

Devoted my life, gave a ring to rap, I'm glad I found you

(found you, found you, found you, found you, found you)

Shawty

Keep it runnin' though