I'm under pressure

But never will I let 'em see me sweatin'

Though I'm only 22

I handle business like a veteran

I get up in the booth and get to bussin' like a weapon

Ain't left the lab two days rockin' the same clothes that I slept in

And when I finally do sleep it's only a couple hours filled with dreams of bussin' rhymes and me finding beats to devour

Nowadays we all rappers and everybody's a star

But nobody's taking time off they rhymes to focus on bars

While these niggas being trendy and trying to get on the blogs

I was dippin, slangin my new shit out the trunk of my car

Wouldn't let myself go home til I finished flippin' them all

I'm out the down on my dolo off No Doz, no driftin' off

Yeah I gotta stay awake

Make it to the next state

Keep on watchin' for them coppers cause they tryna run my plates

If you try to pull me over this might turn into a chase

Cause I'm surviving on my last

I ain't got no extra cash to be handing Uncle Sam while I'm trying to fight a case

This is bananas, I'm about to go ape

Shit

No local suckers is hatin' or on that fake shit

There's a mil out there, like uncooked food in the kitchen

And I just gotta make it

Just gotta make it

I said, there's a meal out there, like uncooked food in the kitchen my nigga

I just gotta make it, ha