6 AM

Got on the road, jumped in the fast lane.
Crashed, Out.
Lost my soul and got it back again.
What that’s ’bout?
I know so many wanna see me win.
Me too.
Look what I found, I stick to doin’me.
You do you.
Back on the road, this time he takin’flight.
No need to rush, make sure you movin’right.
Yeah.
He made a win, look like he losin’, right?
Hmm.
I’m’bout to take they ass to school tonight.
Uh.
Yeah.

Six in the mornin’, eat collard green with leftovers.
Ain’t worried’bout when I ain’t havin’all that shit over.
Stay focused.
Eye open, third one.
Noble one emergin
What’s gon’make me better?
On that type of shit, I’m splurgin’.
King shit, word?
Oh, he got some damn nerve and.
If you knew my past, you’ll be,”Oh, he so deservin’.”
Got’em out they bag, tryna move like Von James do.
I’d probably be the same if I was out here chasin’fame too.
Luxuries got me thinkin’more and not my current blessings.
Keep on takin’risks to get rich, I never learned the lesson.
Bitch, don’t give a damn about your problems, everybody stressin’.
Nigga runnin’shit, underdog plottin’, tryna catch him.
Bitches in my face, tryna make me treat’em like they special.
Organized mess, I can take it to another level.
Solid and my face clean, goin’on my fifth ring.
Stay the fuck from’round me if you ain’t tryna get cream.
Cliché, don’t be safe, whip it up’bout three ways.
Ahead of time where I stay, you might not wanna be late.
Finishin’up my plate, today gon’be a good day.
Speak my mind, right after it, present the shit I would say.