text: Yo, I havent wrote a song in a while
  I guess Ive been down
  Guess I didnt the have energy to pick a pen up
  Shit, I barely have the energy to crack smiles
  Similar to back in the class, I was barely gonna pass
  With a flask full of Jack and a book full of raps and an ear full of laughs
  Similar to back when I barely had some money for the gas, ask
  Pops if I can borrow the car today
  Someone asked me to be on a song today
  And they said I can do a couple shows wit em
  If I help them sell a couple of tickets at the mall today
  But hey
  I know you wanna see me keep a job
  Keep school first, blah blah blah
  But all I got, is this one shot
  And Im taking it to the top
  If I dont gotta load up another box
  In this Penske truck, fuck that
  Cause next year the rent be up, fuck that
  And my bank is empty bruh, fuck that
  The world tryin to set me up, fuck that
  So I bounce back like jumping jacks
  Take a pull, and see how my lungs react
  And I dont give a fuck if it kills the brain
  Cuz reality itself is killing me mane
  So I need an ounce of weed, and house for me
  Everyday when I wake up
  A hippie bitch with no make up
  Who loves to fuck and roll Js up
  Fat ass with little A cups
  You know just what Im sayin, cuz
  And Im like fuck 15 minutes
  Im trying to live infinite
  I dont got a big yacht
  My legacy is all I got
  So I call three bitches and my dealer on the same cell
  Told them to pull up to the something place hotel
  Felt like I had maids in the room
  Girl cleanin dust off the surface like brooms
  Shit, you know I gotta start my day off with a shot
  Cheese eggs in the middle of the pot
  Throw a little leather on the wrist
  Bout four rings on the fists, bitch
  Why I need a watch?
  And its always my time
  Even back before the young man got signed
  Even back before the mixtapes got heard
  I was in the streets, fuck being online
  And if you wanna turn up, we can turn up like a motha fucka
  I pay fifty for a shot like fuck it
  Small price when you keep one hunnit
  True thanks on the red carpet get blunted
  Never changed for the public
  Yall look disgustin
  Look at me court side next to Kate Upton
  Look at me pouring 5 cups of White Russian
  Speaking of which, bitch, I just came through customs
  Speaking of which I been dreaming of this to redeem
  All those years I was treated like shit to receive
  The awards that my peers seems to get
  Received a convertible top on this whip
  Bitch I feel like Fif
  Time to get rich or die tryin
  Tired of heating grilled cheese up on my iron
  Its time to get three hoes or more, Frankie Lymon
  The weed man can call it good timin
  Cuz I need an ounce of weed, and a house for me
  Everyday when I wake up, Bitch
  I need some Hennessy and a house for me
  Everyday when I wake up
  Kellz