(Verse)

I put the pen back on the paper, I hope you take it as a favor to myself

Save the rape game like I was born in a manger

You were aborted then they placed you on a shelf

I feel sorry for your label for investing in a crater

I was destined to be greater than you thought

I’m accountable for things with the paper that I bought

Mr Dollarsorryens, I’m so sorry for your loss

You couldn’t even imagine all the things I came across

I see niggas in a pageant for the fakest of them all

You got a lot of plays but couldn’t teach us how to ball

Some things I’ll never say, even if I gotta cough it

Even in my grave in a pinewood box or a full metal coffin

You niggas gotta stop it

Of course I won’t knock it if you’re flexing all your profit

You earned that shit, see a foreign gotta cop it

It becomes a problem when saving ain’t an option

But they say saving ain’t cool, it ain’t wavy

Ten years later they’ll be driving Miss Daisy

Looking for the jobs with the minimum wages

Go crazy, on God, swear this shit don’t phase me

They say the life that I chose full of holes and it’s troublesome, but I hope they don’t come save me

And they say I made up the 258, but in reality man that shit made me

I am just a Mozambican baby

Product of my own environment but my own environment wasn’t proud of my ways

I think I had to change it

(Outro)

Or I could just be myself

Or I could just be myself

I think wanna be myself

I think wanna be myself