[Intro]

Write to dream

Just gonna go down memory lane a little bit

[Verse]

I’m just tryna do the math

How much time do we have left here before we pass

Death is a concept it’s difficult to grasp

Would you wanna live forever if you ever get the chance

Gotta make this time count for somethin

How somebody doin' nothin' gonna judge him

How you out here switchin' up just based off their assumptions

If ya people they ain’t riding then it’s fuck 'em

And I know I could sound pretty callous and cold

But I always give the most, I gotta balancе the roles

And I need a couple chеcks just to balance the dough

Cause I remember who was there when I was drownin' and broke

Who helped and who didn’t

On a 1680 I’d record in the kitchen

These my mailroom days yeah the boy on a mission

Passin' CDs out to anyone who would listen

On my lunch break in front Hot 9-7

Ran into 'Ye at the entrance

This like 2004 I’ll never forget it

Told him press play you won’t ever regret it

I dunno if he ever heard it, or maybe it wasn’t good enough

Maybe I ain’t sing on the hook enough

But I ain’t never trip, I just went back to cookin' up

On the grind if you ever tryna look for us

Ha, yeah now it’s lookin up

Had a bunch of Ls, lookin' back yeah I took my lumps

XXL, shit I heard they was gonna fire me

Cause this fire that’s inside me

It’s heavy but, I put on my back entirely

So you could never lie to me

I’m grateful for everybody who decided they gonna ride with me

Especially this other side of me

Let’s have a toast, I bought some Ace for the occasion

You got a glass then you should raise it

If you ever had a dream, I believe that you should chase it

You ever get a chance, never waste it, it’s amazing

The outcomes is endless

Everybody can’t go it might fuck up ya friendships

People hatin' on the low might fuck up ya mentions

But when it all come together thank God for the blessings

Me and ya favorite rapper had a fallin' out

Still don’t know what it’s all about

On the real, I don’t care enough to call it out

Or put the effort in to sort it out

Yeah, the game's on some other shit

Might be fallin' outta love with it

Don’t get me wrong, cause at the rate the money comin' in

I could go around the sun again and double it

The music's not to make a living

For me it’s a lil different

These beats are the pages in the journal that I’ve written

Just to prove that I existed