Uh uh yeah, yeah, uh get my mic right
Uh, this shit hard, yeah, I got it, just gotta catch it

Yo, I just been thinking lately, need to get back on my shit
It's hard when you a pessimist, and just can't get a grip
Your grandpa an alcoholic, all he do is sip
Your grandma fell and had a stroke, now she can't think of shit
My worst fear is pullin' up and she can't remember my face
All I can do is pray to God, in hopes that one day he'll embrace
The good that's in my heart, cause I just write this to inspire
Don't you think for a split second, give fuck if you admire
The ink glidin' through my papyrus, it's all a science
Preparation to take off in t minus, I'm finna' riot
New York's finest, writin' my story since a baby boy
Ain't have shit to turn to but my notebook to fill all my voids
Analyze like Sigmund Freud, traumatized since fifteen
Your favorite rapper sleep on his potential cause he sip lean
Pack the hottest sixteen in your iPhone or your Samsung
Be quick to let these shots ring off, no safety on the handgun
Hittin' niggas at random targets, uh, but low-key hope I hit some artists
Look what you fuckers started, stir my pot up like I'm Harden
In the garden of eden
Born a sinner, tell me who you non believers believe in

Kept it real from the jump, you know how I do, uh
Real friends real friends, only count a few, uh
Never wanna see you win, they rather see you lose
No matter what you goin' through gotta stay true to you