[Verse 1]
I just put my thoughts on a paper with pen & ink
Or I type in my phone on my notes, ignoring the ring
Put my heart in my songs, to every song that I sing
I just let the pain wash away, like it's blood in the sink
Wasn’t with me, all alone, I was broke, fighting to breathe
I be living what I know, so it's really fuck what you think
Cut from a different cloth, I'ma fabric you never seen
I was only 15 wit no license, whipping the v
Popping Xans, smoking weed, wit a lil bit of the lean
When I was 16, I had dreams of being a king
Then I turned 17, living sick & ducking the D’s
Remember I was 18, .45 was fucked in my jeans
Used to hop the turnstiles I could fuck on a (?)
Now I'm 19, turning 20, couple of weeks
& I'm facing 6 years, plus 3 with the post release n***a
(That's a fact, got me, screaming, uh)

[Verse 2]
Screaming fuck police & the feds can get on they knees
Feeling like, fuck the streets cause I rather be under sheets
Bad bitch, pretty feet, and I'm tryna get in her cheeks
Thick legs, tight jeans, but I wanna see underneath
Shorty ass so fat, that her panties can barely breathe
I wanna get them racks as far as the eye can see, but
All that I can see is this trouble in front of me
(Is this trouble in front of me)
[Outro]
It's Ca$$, KLB for life n***a
Villen World, shout out my n***a Rev
You know how we boming n***a