Rappin we just trynna make it happen

Cameras on I′m steady in the action

This ain't for fake tho, I′m handin you the passionDressing up the bars merge the vision with the fashion

Burn the tree put together all the cabbage

Subtract all the maggots

My wonder years call me Stevie Fred Savage

There's a ribbon in the sky & its feelin' like a classic

I could feel you lookin at me givin me that crazy look

But I was just with con & he was cookin up w crazy hook

The way my life is setup fuck around & write a crazy book

All this bad news is what really fuckin′ made me cook

Case in ′14 it was mean... Yeah it made me shook

Had me in the county I was feelin like baby crook

Moms ain't see the vision & that′s what really made me look

Change my life for the better... maybe a baby could

Speaking of babies I've been in mourning

Found out I had a son right after he been aborted

I guess I′m not important

Pay respects that these women don't be affording

Yeah, I plugged so I expected to see

An outlet to decide on the extension of me

Smoke an L to the face as the scene go

Burn the plants & now I′m watchin where my seeds go

Yo yo yo yo!

Yeah I'm talkin to you

Reflection of yaself if they walkin with you

I don't lead the blind & I don′t walk with a fool

And some my niggas broke... So they walk wit a tool

Live it to the limit & love it a lot

Smokin weed, planting seeds yeah I loving my crop

Trynna be covered in guap

Not consumed by cubical

Driving other niggas might as well be an Uber too

Workin on my talents never slack, yeahs that′s suitable

Kill you if you sleep I could creep just like Kruger do

No wining in my circle... Thas a hoolahoop

I'm the real wave, niggas splashing in a pool or 2

So I′m the topic

Open cap they wanna top it

Just cuz that shorty poppin, don't really mean that she got it

10k on the gram & a 10 in her pocket... Livin with her fam

I don′t really understand

And I ain't ballin out nigga

I got unlimited minutes so I be callin out niggas

Wow

Measure em up

You feather as fuck

Step ya weight up

Comin′ for ours, you shootin at stars

Step ya aim up

Moms seem like she dont see this shit workin'

And i dont blame her

She won't get it till its financially in my favor

But dont worry bout a thing mama

Ya Young Prince gon′ be a King mama