Sept. 23rd

[Verse]
Aye this the realest thing I ever wrote, uh huh
And this the coldest thing I ever said, yessuh
I really ain't got much money, okay
But I been workin' for a loaf of bread, momma
I ain't did everything right, uh uh
But I remember everything you said, I did
I really wanna be a better person, no lie
I say my prayers 'fore I go to bed, my God
If you can hear me, steer me in the right direction clearly I get teary eyed, talkin' bout my dreams of a Bentley or a Rover or a Maybach, they tell me not to say that
You dream too big man, need to take that shit way back, whoa
Be easy greezy got a long way to slide
I'm sorry you ain't got dreams of the chrome wheels blindin'
Mindin' my own beeswax you know where I be's at
No sweet in me, I don't bumble where the B's at
I took my own damn money, tell me show me how to be a business man
Like fuck niggas, it's on now, junky ass promotors, Hollywood niggas
Tryna be somebody you ain't, that look a lil' bigger forreal
I'm disappointed right now, I've been lied to, niggas even try to, play me for my dream
Man all this shit hype, it ain't really what it seem like
Where's Mr. Clark I need a shoulder to lean on
Just wanna make a living doing what I'm loved
I'm tempted to put this mic down go back to them drugs
But every week I'm in the studio, rockin' the clubs
Hopin' more people hear my music, show a nigga some love
Hopin' I run into a nigga, wit some money, a plug
Start livin' in the future and forget how it was
And I be dumb to say I'm straight, really I'm far from it
I'm so hungry my stomach growling like hell I want it