No, no
No, no, no, no
No, no
No, no, no, no
No, no
No, no, no, no
No, no
No, no, no, no
Life's crazy
My parents worry 'bout me
'Cause I didn't talk to nobody, just made beats
And now I get paid by the syllable
Gotta thank 'em though I know it can be difficult
As I tip-toe in and out of zip codes
All on the mission to love, that's what I live for
I got big dreams, ma, I got big goals
You seen my old ones now because I live those
You've gotta admit ma
I told you I was gonna get into the duke, ma
And I did, ma
I told you I'd get signed and I did, ma
Look at this, ma, look at this, ma
No, no
No, no, no, no
No, no
No, no, no, no
All my friends feel trapped and afraid
I close my eyes and try to imagine a way
To wash all my old patterns away
I had to stop smokin' 'cause it scattered my brain
"Fuck bitches," it's what my favorite rappers would say
I'd say there's something beautiful after the pain
After the pain, this can't be real
Turn out the ladder to fame
Is a hamster wheel
When we played the place my parents would first row
That's a feeling that I don't even have words for
I did my song, went backstage, and drank a Henny bottle
Picked up my phone and then I started texting any model
I used to put target on every cute face
And keep playing B-Pills in my suitcase
"That's gross, time to grow," that's what Ronny said
Man, Wille just called, "Dawg, Ronny's dead"
I'm tryna stumble to truer view
I'm noticing that sky is a bluer hue
It's time to get to work, that's what doers do
I'm looking in the mirror, like "How are you?"
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