I got a million on me makin 2 million before I turn 25..
Yeah I said it...
I'm lookin at the record books, and damn
You say that great can't be attained for my name?
Boy you reckless..
And when I scratch the goal off the checklist
I will be starin at you in the eye, eye, eye
I can't promise you I'll make you a fanatic
Of this drop-out and his raps but I can try-y
So why you wanna, why you wanna
Why you wanna go and do that shit, my nig?
I need a whip, I'm sick of pushin this whack shit
The more my hope descends, I'm feelin close to the casket
Is there anyway to win? I'm close to blowin a gasket
I'm flowin with passion
I need this, I eat, breathe and sleep this
These hoes be so dramatic, knowin that shit is my weakness
Makin it from raps, what'll I grow up to be?
Just a middle class bastard, surrounded by elitists

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I got a million on it... so put your bucks up
...And if you isn't fuckin with me, n***a shut the fuck up
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Verse 2:
Nightmares of getting blasted, they peel across the street
Day dreams of livin fast, hoes kneelin at my feet
Life in slumber like the latter just be way to fuckin sweet
But none of that shit finna matter if they kill me in my sleep
Sheesh..
It's thoughts like this that make my nights long
I'm paranoid, baby, can we keep the lights on?
I'm already seventeen, where has life gone?
It got me in a stranglehold, like a python
I'm out here
Tryna advance, lookin for an advantage
They say I should take a chance but n***a what are the chances
That I do anything but fall short of what I planned
And hit my knees to watch the team and them disband
My n***a I'll be damned
My future isn't somethin I can brand
And you trippin isn't somethin I can stand
I'm at the murder scene, that sound like some shit don't it?
...And every beat behind the tape got my prints on it

Outro:

The upside down flag's raised at half staff
In resepct of the Vagabonds absence
Though death be on our dick as life kicks our ass
It's how it is, ashes to ashes