Money don't

Answer yo' questions or make sure you straight the next 24

Funny though

How it can feel when you asking questions you already know

Run it up

Make sure that I can purchase all the things that I wanted for

Uptempo

Scottie Pippin how I be in Chicago I'm 1-0

Season opener don't miss this

Bob Sanders with the big hits

I am more than just a misfit

Rapper, producer like Big K.R.I.T

Bitch I'm winning this is Kismet

Finally run with the big kids

Finally running up digits

I can finally ball on Christmas

And come with something for my family

I be over the treetops and the canopy

When I'm thinking back to them Double 8 trips

When we was stealing s**t in backpacks

I could never waste this

Moment reflecting on past acts

Halfway thru past that

I keep it moving like a halfback

Credit transaction no cash back

They gon' put my face on rap snacks

They gon' put me in a sprite ad

They gon' hand me f*****g Grammys

Fly me out and plus a flight back

I'ma be all that I can be

A winter soldier, how I give it over

I am Adrian Peterson, Minnesota

MacGyver can't stop it, I'm finna blow up

The upcoming rapper you didn't know of

For all that s**t he talking boy he must be paid

For all these busters talking shit, this what we say

Come and get it if you f*****g with it

Mental state is fucked, I do admit it

Indianapolis, Indiana

Out in Chicago I really miss it

Maybe I miss how it was when I was just one of them cubs, ay

Or maybe I miss how it was when none of my people was selling no drugs, ay

Four, five, six, seven bands

I'm trapping music outta neverland

In the middle of the midwest

Doing everything I said I'd plan

Doing everything I ever can

Capture it, capture it, capture it

Always tryna be a better man

Factor the flack of immaculate, ay

In the nap when I was 18

I fell in love wit a bad b***h

Yesterday I turned 21

Lost my baby on some sad s**t

Constantly thinking past tense

Having trouble getting past this

So I wrote this album for therapy

Just be aware of me working on mad s**t

For a couple months I really lost my way

'Cause in and outta crisis, always price to pay

A tale of these two cities, really I could run all day

With a broken soul and some hope for gold, b***h you can run my fade