This is my single
My single thought
My single promise
And if I'm being honest
It's this simple knowledge
That keeps my mission climbing
I didn't go to school, I went to street college
I became a fucking man
And now I'm paying homage

To my alma mater, and my grandmamma
Cuz my pride & honor kept my head above the fucking water
And some people saying, why bother?
Cuz their fucking dream died?
Why shouldn't mine live?
Never been a kid, always on some grown shit
Fuck it, I only listen to my own shit
My mission all day, my way
I own this

They told me it was a pipe dream
And I was like, Fuck you

I won't be a target
If you want a war than start it
I'm a smoking gun
I'm a smoking gun

I'm Charley Hustle, getting my Pete fucking Rose on
I never trip, never slip, never go wrong
I run
Til I can't catch my breath
And my legs can't stand up
And my hearts close to death
Yes!
I push passion out the speakers
Cuz the truth is you haters hate believers
So fuck 'em, I'm gonna take what's mine
Move like a king, no regrets tonight, alright?

I believe regret is the ghost that haunts
Failure is the angel that guides you home

So what if people don't believe in you
It's not their job to believe in you
Fuck outta here

I won't be a target
If you want a war than start it
I'm a smoking gun
I'm a smoking gun

I been doin' this shit for ten years
From the day I turned twenty
Now my hair's falling out
And I got wrinkles in my face
And all my clothes stick and barely fit
But I woke up this morning
And barrowed a car to drive to New York City
Because I got friends and relatives droppin' dead every spring and fall
And I know one day I'm gonna be takin' the same trip
And if I didn't leave you something to remember me by
I woulda just gone away like so many leaves down the river
But I didn't!

I won't be a target
If you want a war than start it
I'm a smoking gun
I'm a smoking gun