Limit the self doubt
Try hold myself down
I got my mom to thank
I got a dad I miss
Show you what passion is
I might amass a fist
I'm on my craftsmanship
I wear a mask and shit
I think I'm starting to peel it back
I might just park and then feel a crash
Hiding the target that's on my back
Life shit I really been bad at
How can I really be mad at
All of these people been tryna help
I been to focused on finding self
I got so deep that I lost it
I'm going back to find it
I started making more beats
Now I go back to rhyming
I don't know tax and finance
I don't have money to buy food
Even if I really needed to
Guess I could hustle for something
I really wrestle with something
Still don't know what exactly
It's been so f*cking taxing
Doc said I'm f*cking tachy
I'm getting f*cking acne
Try to be f*cking happy
Maybe some luck will tap me
I gotta clean my shit up
I got a dream to live up
I wanna see some big bucks
I want a rack with 12 points
I want a beam that sits up
Sit on the moon at some point
I can't afford a mix up
But I'm still paying for it huh
I'm really lame as shit, huh
I'm really lame as shit
I got my dog in my lap
He gets so sad when I leave
Then I come back and he's relieved
I got this beat on repeat
Writing this speech for me
No choir I preach to me
My lighter will breach the green
So close to a hole in one