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I used to wanna fight crime Now I’m sitting in a dark ass room tryna write rhymes Tryna cut ties, Tryna do a lot of shit to cover white lies Smokin’ gbs in the backyard with the guys Riding round in a bimmer with a blunt inside Feeling bad thinking bout how the time flies Lil Jakey with the blonde hair, blue eyes Fat baby with a dad so young minded I ain’t never need love I don’t try to find it Ex girl up and left I ain’t try to fight it A couple motherfuckers turned on me the slightest I’m in it for the gold feelin’ like i’m Midas My flow so cold feelin’ like a virus Just tell me what you want, It can get provided I ain’t never gon’ stop Ima stay beside it Serving hella waves call me Young Poseidon I’m tryna get away feel like I’m slowly dying I’m sorry for the pain that I gave you mama Ima be a better dad than my own father With the money and the fame comes more problems I got money in the bank so these hoes flockin’ They just tryna have they way with me no talkin’ I been grinding everyday on my Tony Hawk shit Drippin’ so much water like a fuckin’ faucet My bitch in her birthday suit, Flawless I’m finna blow up like a fuckin comet Try to stop me now with some hatin’ comments Ima go get it I can’t even get in my feelings It ain’t nun’ left, I know that you ain’t tryna stay with me I’m tryna get me a Bentley I want a million before I hit the age 20 Tired of all this waitin’ I hate it I been getting so impatient Tired of all the fakeness Can’t take it Its a lot of motherfuckers who hate me I want a milli before I hit 20 I gotta get straight to the bag Handle my business and kill all the witnesses, I came to riches from rags I love my brothers and I love my bitches, We all finna get us some cash Let’s stop all the hatin’ and get this shit shakin’, Let’s turn up and make this shit last I want a milli before I hit 20 Got so many thoughts and my problems, I got plenty Knockin’ on your door like I’m callin’ out for Penny I don’t want your fuckin’ pity Can’t turn my back on the city Know I took a lot of time to drop, Time to show these motherfuckers I’m so hot Do it for the paper call me Michael Scott Rest in peace to Mac, X, and Jimmy Wop Shoutout my bro Money Hall (Swear It Hard) I owe it all to my folks, Swear to God Shoutout my family, I know they bam for me, Follow my fantasy, Never forgot And I ain’t scared of nun’ We do it all for something I need a milli before 20, I’m tryna be the one