[Produced by Aguila Beats]
[Verse 1]
I ain't got no talent, and I ain't got no vision
The only thing that I'm good at, is making bad decisions
There's a lotta things that I'm missing, there's a lotta things I'm regretting
There's a lotta things that go across my head, there's a lotta things I'm not getting
There's a lotta things that I'm not
And very few things that I am
There's a lotta things that I wanna be, that all come down to 'the man'
I ain't got no plans, nah, I just go and respond
Take a beating, whole fam eating, take it in and move on
I'm on a path, and nothing's really certain but death
On the final day of breath, you don't get an A or an F
Hold up, each single soul has his each single goal
So maybe Eve's singing soul and Adam is Rock N' Roll
Whatever's you're fuckin' role, you gotta play the part and shine
Maybe shootin' hoops is you, pursuit of happiness is mine
I got twentysix thousand two hundred and eighty days
So my best bet is tryna find more ways
[Hook]
(We're finding more ways)
Don't worry, there is more, child
So many ways, where to go?
[Verse 2]
On life's path, time pass, till the climax
I'm considering quitting at each bypass
Highway to hell or the runway to the high class?
Bonafide or Pommery up in a wine glass?
How can my whole damn life business
Be arranged in barely five minutes
Last year, I couldn't even drive a whip
And now I gotta plan until my life's finished?
Damn, now why you think we always actin' up?
Cause we got no idea where we ending up
And these mixed messages you keep sending us
We don't get them, we just know we gotta catch the bus
You know, pay the fees, get the matching degrees
But listen homie, we just teens
We can't forsee, how this life gon' be
So maybe we're a little too free
But aight, that's how it is and that ain't gon' change
So I'll just have find my way
Should I pick what's gon' get me paid?
Should I pick what's gon' get me praised?
Should I pick what's gon' get me happy?
Should I pick what's gon' get me married?
Should I pick what's gon' get me paid?
Should I pick what's gon' get me praised?
Should I pick what's gon' get me happy?
Should I pick what's gon' get me married?
Should I pick what's gon' get me paid?
Should I pick what's gon' get me praised?
Man, I only got a hundred five days
So I've gotta me some more ways
Okay
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
So many possibilities, someone tell me what's next
I got the right to pick, yeah, I know that that make me blessed
This a challenge forreal, swear this harder than the test
Thought I was bulletproof, now I'm feeling that stress
But I, gotta keep on grinding, keep on shining, keep on learning
Else I'll never get a taste of the fame I'm yearning
That fire of desire must keep burning, I'm at the point of no returning
Gotta strengthen up and beat the burden
I gotta move the drama, for my momma, for my father, for myself
Got the family behind me, but at the end they cannot help
They're like the coaches when I'm fighting my opponent for the belt
Motivating, till the day, I get it golden for myself
I'm always thankful for that handful, but I rarely ever tell
But you know that I am, oh man, you know me too well
I guess, a hundred and five daaays
Momma, help me find my way