The young nigga from Connecticut
Is what I bring to the conversation
And to be honest I'm a musical perfectionist
Every rhyme has to be on time
If they ain't perfect then I'm workin for nothin
You know my flow is disgusting
While I was in the booth writing
Y'all was on your knees sucking
The best from the East to the West
Doing this shit for myself
But once I run out of breath there's gone be nothing left
Sixteen with dreams as far as the eye could see
Now that I'm seventeen I have to make seven G's
Eighteen Imma carry out my daydreams
That I have when I'm inside of class
Who are you? What do you do? What do you wanna be?
Or else another broke ass bum is what you're gonna be
American civilians making a killing so they can feed they children
All my foes got slaughtered
My flow got stronger as my brain got smarter
When life gets in between you and your dreams you work harder
I just wanna shine as the world gets darker
Everyone wants to rock until they sink in the water
While I'm swinging up to the top
Like a young Peter Parker
The young rapper from the 860
I'll take my flow around the globe
So I can go to Mexico and I can make pesos
So I can take my fam to France eat escargo
All these other rapper just food on my plate
Imma keep on eating till the end of the day
All my real friends stayed while the snakes slithered away
Money ain't everything but I wanna get paid
Buy a house in every state
So I can visit family no matter where they stay