Ripped jeans and army green

I'm war ready

Had to face the battle

Before I can face confetti

A plot to make a name

See the hustle got me sweaty

I'm destined for the greatest

I can prove it if you let me

I got em shook

Cause I'm talented for a rook

Killin yo favorite rapper

Make labels come take a look

They tell me I need a resume

I respond like you been afraid

I am on this earth to do more than

Pay bills and get a grave

No 9 to 5s

I'm sick and tired of those weary eyes

That momma cries

And she disguise it with a teary smile

It gets disgusting

It's make a mill or not making nothing

She made me meals when my stomach rumbling up out of nothing

And I'm tired of hearing go to school

I feel it's basic so once I make it that gotta prove

That I got passion and I control what I wanna do

Nothing's impossible I got God so I can not lose

Don't like the pressure that they putting on me

They can't measure my effort Ima be the only

One making the millions I ain't rich I don't sleep

Just pray that God don't let me fall

Making my first tape

Really feel that's a big help

Ain't tryna be clocking in

I'm too talented wanna get wealth

Scrolling down my phone

I was looking for a studio

Got the lyrics needed production

So I can really blow

I'm watching kids

So I can come with the dividends

Ain't selling no pounds

This the only way that I can benefit

Im one of a kind

Find no copy or resemblance

Killer with the lyrics

Beats the victims of the sentences

Tryna find my self

To wrestle with its a hassle

Made to be standing out

Ironically I'm a rapper

I can make it, I really feel like I'm special

Taking a leap on faith im leaving 2nd semester

Don't like the pressure that they putting on me

They can't measure my effort Ima be the only

One making the millions I ain't rich I don't sleep

Just pray that God don't let me fall