Текст песни
I can't get a grip on my past. Regrets be kicking my ass
Feel like a nigga won't last but still up each time I crash
Get back to hitting the dash. Get back to feeding the stash
It's been at ease with the math. Cope with the trees that I pass
Knowledge to easily pass and drop a thesis for class
But I was Born with a PHD ask the Divas I smashed
Challenge me with that trash. Bitch I will ether that ass
They Gon hear my fucking voice in every speaker that blast
DJs playing the jam scratching me like a rash
Only a matter of time before I'll be seeing the cash
I got my dream in my grasp. The plan proceed with these acts
Ensuring they couldn't fuck with me on the beats or the raps
Get to exposing these frauds call that peeling a cap
Just by being authentic separate fiction from fact
Frantically focused for fortunes Franklins to fill up a frat
Snitching lead to extensions bullets fill up a rat
Niggas be wanting you to just make the simplest track
But you could blow a dick too talented I can't get with that
Get on any nigga track my first instinct is attack
You be coughing off the smoke these Niggas really can't match
I remember I was too scared to get too attached cause
I had abandonment issues shit it just didn't really last
But all them negative thoughts I left that shit in the past
But I'm manifesting my goals its bigger than getting bags
Cause your dreams fester like sores if you ain't living like that
Turn into nightmares demons jumping you keep swinging right back
Don't let them win fight from within do the healing after that
You Gon get where you should be at
I'm on my way now
It's grams and Grammar every day now
Your problems are the Path
Gotta solve it to keep walking good at math I got the pace now
Minute math this a Race now
Fast money now the police Gon chase
down. I gotta get up out this place now
Take a paper plane to the face now
Smoke the best grams got the best grammar
Hotter than a lantern that'll light it up in winter