Uh, let me tell you 'bout a little something
The universe depending on my rise from nothing
Don't do thuggin' or the gunnin', just a boy with harsh becomings
I'll be here to tell a story if you wanna stop the boasting
I'd rather hear about your struggles growing up
Than to hear about the women or your stupid double cups
I don't care about the drugs, or your grills, or your chain
I'd like to hear the pain that your brain cannot contain
Go explain what you meaning when you say you ain't the same
Cause all I see is capping when I hear what you've been saying
I know your creativity is larger than amounts of shame
So why you f*cking waste it on the stupid shit you claim
You f*cking lame, buying LV and rollies
Bourgeoisie and moly
White blossoms emerge but you know that you lonely
Boy please don't excuse me, you have the potential but so far you phony
I would die for something different
Real and genuine just not the rapping 'bout the bitches
You know more than you thinking, you don't need the extra wishes
I believe in what you can accomplish, taken by the inches
There's no rush, don't stress you're so young
There's time to change up so much
You're not the things you f*cked up
It's time to go rise above