[Intro: Woman]

They say you are what you eat

And music is kind of food for the soul

So I believe what you listen to also can tell a bit about who you are

[Verse 1]

We do it to do it but homie whatever you do

Keep it a hundred, doing nothin' unless it's cool

Beats of machine in my freshman bag

And I'm in it to win it with my freshman swag

I'm a senior, dreamer, believer

I'll be the brother that you know but I promise you'll never see

Really, oh really you ever see me with a clean cut

I surprised these guys coming to clean up

I'm looking clean, what, listening to CH

Hammerson made me a family I could relate

Pull out of the way, brothers swear they behave

Brother was in [?] but poetry was my escape

Yeah, I'm in a great place

Let a hater hate when they anticipating my next tapes

Something like a [?] with domes missing my head, ay

Something like a pistol, cock back and I'm ready

[Verse 2]

Young and on the move

Preaching the preachers whether they're Christian, Muslim or Jew

Rocking the mic cause it's on the block

And honestly got a problem you

Better build up [?] for me my friend

Well let me tell you 'bout my life

I'm a [?], rob a brother that take my rights

If I want it I cop it cause I'm a goddamn [?]

How I gotta be sleeping to say I goddamn dream

Cause I'm young, broke, psycho

My bio don't lie though

Leave the show in Texas

Connect a flight in Ohio

Hopping up in Lewis

My nigga I really do this

Take them to the downtown area where the shooters be

It's new to me

Really, it's foolery how they viewing me

Be with or believe me

And tell me just what you see in me

Bars [???], dropping my momma's car

It's truth, so state your [?], I take it to round two