My mama told me share my thoughts because I got a mission
And so I put them in a song and told the world to listen
I'm the spark that light the fire I got tunnel vision
For the money I'm fishing I'm almost never missing
Glisten my fingers are sticky sticking
Voices screaming my name but I'm just superstitious
I got secrets and secrets that pile on my back
Though I'm trying to change I ain't a quarter back
My Uncle begging for cash I think it's funny funny
Till I found out my cash turned into drug money
Ashes smoke in the air and on the table
He was the man I stood up for but he too unstable
And every day of the week I'm fucking finding bottles
And every day of the week he's bringing home new models
He puffin hard on the gas he breaking through the throttle
I'll leave it all in the past because I'm just a child