[Verse 1]

Letter to my peers this is our year

If I don't make it let’s just say I fell in love with fear

Or I gave up on my dreams in a deep sleep

Constantly drowning in my thoughts this a deep sea

I'm writing letters just to ask if I could use my name

Fake smiles and head nods just to play the game

Signing papers might just be a nigga next move

Warner brothers in my ear like what you wanna do

I'm making money with the music I ain't wanna do

And football saved my life I gotta pay my dues

What if Jay hit my phone and fly me out today

Or if I sign to MMG I’m moving to the A

My mama live to see me rich, I’m praying constantly

I’m on my grind so I can only see you once a week

And the more I come and see you can you pray for me

Cause the devil gettin’ close he tryna stay wit me

Never thought that I would be in this position

Cause my fourth-grade teacher said some shit I wouldn’t mention

Yeah I took it to the heart but I ain’t no pussy lil nigga

I won't fold for no words I let it push me lil nigga

Then the doctor say I couldn’t play ball cause a heart murmur

Let’s just say ’08 was a hot summer

News flash if I don’t make it in this ball shit

I’m still a CEO, I’m on my boss shit

Never floss it that never happen often

Niggas like that where I’m from we like to off them

Mind yo business, pay attention to yo own paper

And I ain’t tryna join yo team I got my own haters

I showed the whole team my grind I’m tryna own skaters

And you ain’t gotta pay for me I got my own paper

Red eyes couldn’t blink this

I’m super human cause yo dawg couldn’t think like this

Take a look at a nigga this what that storm do

Drake and Khalid used some shit out of my dorm room

Rozay told me I was a young legend

Acknowledgements don’t pay no bills but I get the message

When I’m broke I still walk like I got it all

Never ask my dad for shit man I got it dawg

I just wanna drop a bag on yo escalade

Cause you was there way before that fake love came

I hate when niggas act like I ain’t say this years ago

Imma make it rain, sleet, hail or fucking snow

You can’t stop me, I ain’t even sayin’ I’m cocky

I’m just sayin’ I serve God he got my back do you copy

I’m holdin’ on to my faith wit a thin string

I’m getting sick with this shit I need some ginseng

Like a Alka-Seltzer ooh I’m bout to bubble up

And when I buy my first house I wanna double up

You know the two-car garage, double doors

Somebody please tell the architecture glass floors

And when I pull in my yard I wanna see a horse

Real or fake even though I can’t fit in a Porsche

My attitude getting worse but I’m working on it

Baby girl respect my grind this a working moment

I explain to my girl why I make my bed

Cause family members always move in and take my bed

Then I find myself Back in the living room

On the floor wit them rats and the roaches too

So familiar got me looking like them roaches new

Garage door was always open so them roaches grew

I rap wit pain cause that’s all I feel

Mama say don’t say that shit if that shit ain’t real

So before I drop I song I send it to her phone

She say hell yeah drop that shit and leave me lone

Don’t nobody got my back like my old girl

October 12th you pushed me out in this cold world

I watched you go through so much shit I had to man up

Got in a crash on yo birthday couldn’t stand up

Fuck the doctor imma come and change yo bed pan

Even though my schedule tighter than a headband

You always tell me you ok and don’t be scared man

God forbid you leave this earth mama you made a man

Wugga old girl died shit I cried too

Coco old boy died shit this world crew

And just to make y’all proud we gon stay in school

We from a city where the good guys don’t make the news