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[First Verse]
Aye, I gotta story to tell, I told myself years ago that I won’t fail
But I gotta watch for those that’ll scam you with a phish mail
The dreamer been trying pop off like a fake nail
Uh, I want wish wells, even when I take L’s
Keep my money strapped tight like a hay bail
You can’t tell that I’m broke cause I dress well
I’m not going into debt to impress ‘em
I remember I wanted to fit in, but they made me feel less than, thats why I just left them
Achieving in this rap s**t, I feel like I’m destined
That’s prolly why they shook and feel threatened
Cause I put effort into s**t while they slept in
Damn, remember recording 5 deep in the cold room?
Now this studio is lonely and I don’t know you
Anymore, p**s poor attitudes, making it is not a maybe, it’s an absolute
I got them showing love, and I feel the gratitude
applause at the shows only grows as I continue
To put it down at every venue, what I been through might offend you
Cause with every mishap, i reuped and hit back
Yeah, harder than hard, on some lil baby s**t
It’s my turn to burn up, and keep it wavy like a perm does

[Hook]
I can’t afford to go back to my old ways
I was too anxious to make a move in those days
On the real, on the real, I keep it 1K for you always
Yeah, been down since forest hills dropped
Now I’m plotting on collecting bills til the wheels pop
Need about a mil to get us outta here, brah
Bitches come and go, oh that’s how they live, huh?

[Second Verse]
I’m tryna be the head honcho and stack dough
That’s a cake boss, boi you look goofy as hell with your fake floss
Too many wannabes Aubreys nowadays having a Drake off
While I’m creating my own lane, where I can take off
And strip the dummies for they’re grip
Investing in myself, so I don’t live with Depp like Kate Moss
Nah I ain’t no g, I’m more poetry
Speaking my mind on beats, I feel like they want blackball me, why?
I came from ghettos, but I didn’t let those environments overshadow
Who I am and what I does
I'm Shel Silverstein, the way I’m falling up

[Hook]
I can’t afford to go back to my old ways
I was too anxious to make a move in those days
On the real, on the real, I keep it 1K for you always
Yeah, been down since forest hills dropped
Now I’m plotting on collecting bills til the wheels pop
Need about a mil to get us outta here, brah
Bitches come and go, oh that’s how they live, huh?

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