Why do I feel so alone, like everybody passing through the studio is in character as if he acting out a movie role, talking bull*** as if it was for you to know, and I don't have the heart to give these bitch niggas the cue to go, so they stick around kicking out feedback, and I entertain it as if I need that, I had a talk with my uncle and he agreed that, my privacy about the only thing I need back, but, it's hard to think of them polite flows, when Stefano Pilato's suits are your nightclothes, and Jordan Sweat suits are your flight clothes, and you still make it even when they say your flight clothes, eyes hurting from the camera phone light shows, life was so full, now this *** just been light polled, always said I'd say it all on the right track, but in this game you only lose when you fight back, black diamond bracelets, showing you the basics, I can't live and hold the camera, someone gotta tape this, I make hits her like a bitch that's married I ain't miss, 24 hours from greatness, I'm that close, don't ever forget the moment you began to doubt, transitioning from fitting in to standing out, Los Angeles Cabanas or Atlanta South, watching Ho's show, embarrassed to pull my camera out, and my mother embarrassed to pull my phantom out, so I park about five houses down, she say I shouldn't have it until I have the crown, but I don't wanna feel the need to wear disguises around, so she wonder where my mind is, it counts in the minus, but yet I'm rolling around the *** city like your highness, got niggas reacting without a sinus, cause what I'm working with is timeless, and promoters trying to get me out to they club, and say I have fun but I can't imagine how, cause I just see my ex girl standing with my next girl, standing with the girl that I'm *** right now, and *** could get weird, unless they all down, and so I stay clear, we from a small town, and everybody talks, and everybody listen, and somehow the truth just always comes up missing, I've always been something that these labels can't buy, especially if they trying to take a piece of my soul, and Sylvia be telling Taz damn Drake fly, and he just be like silly motherfucker I know, that was your bad, how could you pass up on him, he just taking records and he gas up on them, Wayne would probably put a million cash up on him, surprise no one ever put your ass up on them, oh they did Poe, at least they tried to, and that's what happen when you spitting what's inside you, but slip up and shoot the wrong *** video, and they think they can market you however they decide to, nah, before they told me to do me, and don't listen to anybody that knew me, cause to have known me would mean that there's a new me, and if you think I changed then the slightest could have fooled me, bar into my city I'm the 2-3, drug dealers live vicariously through me, I quit school and it's not because I'm lazy, I'm just not the social type and campus life is crazy, understand I could get money with my eyes closed, lost some of my hottest verses down in Cabo, so if you find a blackberry with the side scrolls, sell that motherfucker to any rapper that I know, cause they need it much more than I ever will, I got new ***, I'm getting better still, little niggas put my name in they verses, cause they girlfriend put my ass on a pedestal, future said cause it's yay *** you better kill, and I think this got them making up a legend feel, problem with these other niggas they ain't never real, yeah, that's all I got to say