verse 1: To all my niggas who don't know what they doing Who never was good students We know you ain't stupid This world just fuckin ruthless To niggas who ain't read a Bible And ya spirit ain't reliable To niggas that know church ain't the only place where truth is To niggas that deserve they pursuit of Happiness is Will Smith with a suit on Tryna sell your product to the world, but they all wanna coupon Losing your patience every time the rent due come Hate the old rules and the new ones 'Cuz every time they change, you still get fucked with nuance They don't want us ballin' 'cuz we too young Jokes on them. Nigga we grew up Or at least pretend to to keep the youth up Slave ancestors. Lack of investors Came so far, we aspire to be flexers Rollin' in a Lexus. Sippin' wit the homies Every day we get older. I wonder about the old me interlude: And that's not a bad thing And not necessarily a good thing, it's just a thing Like We was here at one point And I remember it so vividly But now we here And I'm experiencing it And it's so vividly different verse 2: My raps getting too real or I'm getting too real for my raps Fuck around and find a fortune so I can bring it all back I'm afraid that I'm living in my own little world And I'm afraid that at any moment that this world could collapse That's facts Get too obsessed over women and money That's racks New ETF finna cost a nigga A stack Tryna be fiscal, but you know where money lead you A trap Cards stacked against you? Nigga, what did you figure? You black Heart on my sleeve. Long sleeve all winter My family ain't been together for dinner in a minute I'm still alive. still pondering my purpose for living Still ashamed of some actions. Still hope I'm forgiven We all do it for somebody. I do it all for my niggas Do it all for my brother. All because I can't be dependent Half of us ain't supposed to make it 40 more years. (That's crazy) Worry bout that tomorrow Let's celebrate while we here (And that's real) K. Wood$ words of wisdom: We grew up We saw the 'Dox get shut down Lexington Market get shut down, you feel me? We tryna outlive everything at this point, you feel me? You living forreal. That shit hard! Niggas made it to 25, you know? And we gon make it to 50, you feel me? Shit, we might make it to 75 I'm tryna make it to 100 You feel me? Shout out to you if you black Nah fuck that. Shout out to you especially cuz you black We gon keep living, keep enjoying shit We gon smoke good, eat good, drink good, make good music That's the muhfuckin motto forreal That's all I got to say Ya dumbass Lor stupid

verse 1: To all my n***** who don't know what they doing Who never was good students We know you ain't stupid This world just f***** ruthless To n***** who ain't read a Bible And ya spirit ain't reliable To niggas that know church ain't the only place where truth is To n***** that deserve they pursuit of Happiness is Will Smith with a suit on Tryna sell your product to the world, but they all wanna coupon Losing your patience every time the rent due come Hate the old rules and the new ones 'Cuz every time they change, you still get f****** with nuance They don't want us ballin' 'cuz we too young Jokes on them. we grew up Or at least pretend to to keep the youth up Slave ancestors. Lack of investors Came so far, we aspire to be flexers Rollin' in a Lexus. Sippin' wit the homies Every day we get older. I wonder about the old me interlude: And that's not a bad thing And not necessarily a good thing, it's just a thing Like We was here at one point And I remember it so vividly But now we here And I'm experiencing it And it's so vividly different verse 2: My raps getting too real or I'm getting too real for my raps F*** around and find a fortune so I can bring it all back I'm afraid that I'm living in my own little world And I'm afraid that at any moment that this world could collapse That's facts Get too obsessed over women and money That's racks New ETF finna cost a n**** A stack Tryna be fiscal, but you know where money lead you A trap Cards stacked against you? N****, what did you figure? You black Heart on my sleeve. Long sleeve all winter My family ain't been together for dinner in a minute I'm still alive still ponder my purpose for living Still ashamed of some actions. Still hope I'm forgiven We all do it for somebody. I do it all for my n***** Do it all for my brother. All because I can't be dependent Half of us ain't supposed to make it 40 more years. (That's crazy) Worry bout that tomorrow Let's celebrate while we here (And that's real) K. Wood$ words of wisdom: We grew up We saw the 'Dox get shut down Lexington Market get shut down, you feel me? We tryna outlive everything at this point, you feel me? You living forreal. That's hard! made it to 25, you know? And we gon make it to 50, you feel me? Shit, we might make it to 75 I'm tryna make it to 100 You feel me? Shout out to you if you black Nah f*** that. Shout out to you especially cuz you black We gon keep living, keep enjoying We gon smoke good, eat good, drink good, make good music That's the motto forreal That's all I got to say Lor stupid