Rehearsing in class while the teacher staring at me

Meanwhile I ignore her and think about how I can make Miss. Cherry Pie happy

She swings both ways and she could try to get at me

So I stay prepared to make sure the opportunity never pass me

Told her to match me

She bought a dime, I bought a dime, we had a dub, now roll it up and match me

Blunt hanging from my lips, her too and now we’re matching

Became a stoner out of nowhere how did this happen

Momma’s little boy no longer little, and now he’s slacking

In school, and saggin, tryna look cool

Impress women, but that’s a given

Acting free, and feeling like he’s in prison

His mind imprisoned him in, like a prism

His wisdom put into rhythm

Just hoping for a way out

Knowing damn well music is his only way out

Either that or take the coward’s way out

Funny though, he already tried that, I guess it’s tight

Light brown belt tight around his windpipe

Hanging from his ceiling fan, until his number one fan

Decided to pick up her phone

Dial his number, 612, you know the rest

Heard it ring right before he was about to take his last breath

Vision blurry, Filled with fury, In a hurry

Tryna get down

Gotta get it, but can’t reach it

Like the situation I’m in now

You know it’s real when you end up in the same damn position

But the difference is back then my composition wasn’t even competition

And I didn’t care about my intuition so my momma stopped my tuition

While I just recited my lines in repetition

Just me, this spiffy spliff and my trippy trips

Feeling smaller than microchips

Watching leaves fall in the fall as they drip

Into chocolate chips then fall into a pit

Just might take a dip

In the sky beneath me

You’re all beneath me

I would say I’m above all, but that’s beneath me

And truth is you probably wouldn’t believe me

But I had to cuss this girl out just to make that b leave me

Then get friendzoned by the girl i like because, on quote, she don’t think she can

Please me

This rap shit too easy

Just smoke a blunt

My transition game crazy

These days the whole rap game is just straight lazy

Niggas been hating but that shit don’t phase me

Because I know that one day it will be the same niggas who hated that pay me

I can’t wait for the day when labels ask me if they can pay me

And I turn they bitch ass down because they wasn’t there in the beginning

I’m bout to fuck up your mind like a head on collision

Look

My ambition proficient

And my momma been bitchin

And hissin I never fuckin listen

Quit trippin moms I just wanna be a musician

And do the one thing that I love to make a living

See I’m driven

To not end up like my daddy, another worthless nigga up in prison

Can’t you just respect that?

Nah you wanna follow tradition

And like every other parent, wanna raise a successful pediatrician

Or a fucking politician

Are you tryna tell me being an entertainer isn’t sufficient?

This song just turned into a fucking rant

But I just want to see the day where I’m prepping for a show while the crowd chants

And I’m opening for one of my idols, like Logic or that rapper Chance

And I’m thinking to myself like God damn, this is my chance

To win a crowd of people to get bigger and tour France

Just hoping I can advance

To my own shows in arenas and my finances are enhanced

To the point where you can see my stacks bulging out my pants

And all the girls just wanna get into my pants

But I’m tryna be judged by more than what’s in my pants

Show them that success is in my genes, not talking bout the money in my pants

Damn

I hope y’all really feelin this

Cuz honestly it took me about a month just to finish this

Thats not including all the time it took to mix and master

Just know that i’ve been practicing so i can get you music faster

But, I’m in the biggest Transition of my life so far

And, I don’t know if i can take much more

Damn, and I feel remorse

That’s why I wrote this for

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