[Verse]
I'm so frustrated with the state of perception we live in
n*ggas focusing on lean and weed more than they living
I guess this what you get when rappers influence the children
We got too many lil n*ggas whose idols is always killing
Rappers getting shot over nothing man this ain't right
Soon enough there ain't gon be none of em left
I despite that people wanna be some gangsters so bad
Don't understand romanticizing the hood and popping another xan
n*ggas hating on Quavo because he's speaking the truth about an issue that's an epidemic affecting the youth
Fentanyl inside a Xanny he's sleeping longer than he expected
Wanna ban the guns but getting high's a deadlier weapon
The only way to stop the shootings is to stop the shooters
They don't care about laws they still gon get a luger
And spray into the crowd hella loud
Speaking of loud I swear there's weed spreading around
n*ggas getting high cause inside they very low
I'm just speaking my mind on different scenarios
Gotta hear both sides everything's better in stereo
I might fly out to Ontario
The US is great but it's also hella scary tho
I wish I was big enough to go book every show
I would teach my fans a lesson instead of performing some song that teach em how to lessen themselves
I lit the fuse imma blow up it's taking hella long
I got to thinking about the reason that I wrote this song
I wanted to drop it whenever I blew up but I been wondering if its even gon happen all along
I been at it for a minute struggling to get the digits
Trying to get to the point where to see me you buying tickets
Then imma have the voice to be the new religion
Until that moment I'll be manifesting my ambition
Focusing up on my school work, kinda
Everybody tells me that's the way but I wanna find a
Better way other than stuffing kids in a room full of papers and pencils and forcing them to learn the radius of China
School don't teach you nothing just memorize for the test
And if you pull a mistake then you ending up being stressed
They don't even teach you how to keep all of your bread
I wanna learn how to save I wanna learn to invest
It's got me thinking hard
It's got me rushing to get famous so I don't have to go to college and waste my bars
My parents wanna say they son is successful
Don't worry mom I swear to you I'll become a star
And that's a promise, said that's a promise
My times upon us, my times upon us
This the realest verse I ever wrote
This ain't a song it's more a mental note
Remind myself to stay in focus
Ignore all of the bogus n*ggas that be doubting then the sooner they gonna notice
Imma speak my mind regardless of the fads
Stick to the plan then everything moving fast
Step on the gas I'm driving up to the bands
I'm a real n*gga, and that's a fact