They say the words I speak

Are wise words from a decent man

But I’m only eighteen half of a man

And my last girl will deny I’m a decent man

My wise words are from a fortune teller

Now the cats out the bag who want to tell her

My mind is a crime lock me up in a cellar

Before I start winning epic-ly

And I start regretting shit heavily

Down deep depression suicide thoughts nothing of heavenly

Now the girl before my last trying to talk to me

She saying blah she really misses me

Ironic isn’t it now I’m famous and she really misses me

They say he only doing it for the money, cars, and hoes

Maybe I’m doing it for her, to give her that winter rose

Or maybe for the kids fighting cancer that forces me to compose

I crave it all and I’ll let you see never closed doors

Her dad can only imagine what she do to me behind closed doors

This flow blows cold please shut the door

She call me cocky, nah I’m just confident

And my legacy just leave it in cement

Before I leave, here’s my letter of intent

I’m a tell you a secret but keep it to yourself our Vicky secret

I’m a do it like I’m going all in, place on bet

And my words just make them mad…upset

With this lifestyle I choose I know what I got to lose

All my old fake friends and booze

And all the bitches with the fake boobs

The problem with most people they afraid to follow their dreams

So they sit back on the couch and watch someone else do it

I refuse to watch somebody take my place right before my eyes

Like I was winning in a race to only come second

And my future lifestyle will come second to none

But right now while I’m still none, I’m done…….