[Intro: Voice Message]
Bro, I think you need to hear this:
STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE STUDIO
YOU CAN'T RAP FOR SHIT, BITCH!

[Verse: Kid Quill]
What does the world want from me?
Other than good company
A couple dope songs and melodies
Stuck inside the American dream
Where the hustle’s sold separately
Where everybody wants to be celebrities
My best friends
Grew up trading ball cards
Felonies
I wish that broken hearts had home remedies
Secret's out this music shit got more enemies than amenities
I could do this for a- a- a- a- infinity
Put all the tutorials on the shelf
We gettin tired of watching history repeating itself
Unless it's birthdays, long hugs, late nights, and ball gloves
Wish I was playing catch with these feelings that I balled up
But I can’t drop the ball now
Friday night lights and we the talk of the town, yeah, yeah
We’d rather point fingers than hold hands
Fall in love at rap shows in T-shirts with metal bands
I’m sorry Mom but I think better when I’m not sober
Sorry Dad if I get pulled over
Came a long way from back home
Writing on my folders
Now these people waking up to me like Folgers
This for all my A-1, day 1 from the jump
Real music for all my real soldiers
The ones that stuck with me
When they watched these skipping stones turn to boulders
I'm still the 94.3 me,Ii’m just colder
And I can loop round the block in 5 minutes
I can tell ya if it’s hot or it’s not
Eyes closed one hand because I do it alot
From Naptown, the sleepy city where the dreams get caught
From Naptown, the sleepy city where the dreams get caught
[Verse 2: T-Pain]
Hey!
You should see me when I come into the hallways
Shawties give me sugar, N*ggas looking salty
I’m quick to cook the beat, melody’s getting sauteed
I got the look they just tellin' me what they all say
I got ya bitch in good hands, she call me All-State yeah
Fight like a mans and tell ya dawgs "Stay back"
‘Fore ya all laid flat
You better hold and control em bruh
Yeah this is all straight facts
For real like swollen linoleum
I don’t care how many I
Don’t stop till I get enough
I can come and dig her out
You can come and pick her up, uh
And if we can’t talk we goin to fisticuffs
My people gon’ scratch you out
You startin to itch too much
But I digress, this too high stress
Cause I put money down, Hundred rounds
Who got next, N*ggas startin’ to sound funny now
But you in debt really necklace in video set trippin the rest empty
You can’t pay me to be fake
You can’t tempt me
Don’t give a fuck 'bout that cheesesteak
I got bread with me
So catch me eating a fuckin money sandwich
Tequila give me plus +100 damage, yeah
[Verse 3: Kid Quill]
Locked inside my room doin' verses for 3 summers
If I'm another day wiser why’s the world a day dumber?
Kids being kids just becoming what they wanna
So I’m locked inside my room doin verses every day for 3
Stuck inside this tiny ass apartment I’m tryna cut all the records
The neighbors sweepin the carpet
I laugh it off, crack the window open and I spark it
Told Kevin feed me beats my harddrive is just starvin
Spring cleaning in the summer let’s take a trip to the market
I pull up, put the hazards on and I park it
Told Justin this the debut I’m just gettin started
And when I smile the world smiles back
Tell me what you know bout that
And when I smile the world smiles back
Tell me what you know bout that

[Outro]
Outside of these for walls
Feel like I barely know myself at all
But when I smile, the world smiles back
Tell me what you know bout that
But when I smile and the world smiles back
Tell me what you know bout that
But when I smile and the world smiles back
Tell me what you know bout that
Outside of these for walls
I feel like I barely know myself at all
But when I smile and the world smiles back
Tell me what you know bout that