(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 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 into another zip code
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 of way
I had to stop smokin' 'cause it scamming 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
Isn't a hamster wheel
When we played the place my parents would first roll
That's a feeling that I don't even have words for
I did my song [?] backstages and drinking Henny bottle
Pick up the 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, "Dwag, 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? "