You know I had to talk my shit one time
Ridin round in Wild’s chevy
Couple youngins in that bitch
When you comin’ up from poverty
My brothers counting on me
They counting on the lottery
They knowin what i oughta be
You watching my astronomy
All the scars that its taken
Making songs in the basement
You hating, you can save it
I don’t care what you’re thinking
You faking, you can save it
First start rapping it was money was the reason
Now by the time i make it I’ll no longer really need it
The ones that betrayed me, forever, nameless
By the time you hear this I’ll be dead or fucking famous
By the time you hear this I’ll be dead or fucking famous
I gotta’ fucking make it, I gotta’ fucking make it,
By the time you hear this I’ll be dead or fucking famous
By the time you hear this I’ll be dead or fucking famous
By the time you hear this I’ll be dead or fucking famous
I was never one to chit chat
Thinkin’ of another way to get cash
In every way they probably wouldn’t get that
Fifteen with my brothers in the ville’
Thats J-ville all the way to Maysville
Like the Dolphins I was struggling with Bills
And now I’m billiards my pockets getting filled
Yea, so I’ll never need a deal
Independent with my friends
With my pen I’ll make em’ feel
I’ll be riding til’ the wheels
Fall off or my songs take off
Or I’m in the graveyard where my bones all rot
Then its not, what i want
If its not the whole dream
Then its shirts with RIPs
Cause without this life is aimless
Ill be dead or fucking famous bitch
By the time you hear this I’ll be dead or fucking famous
I gotta’ fucking make it, I gotta’ fucking make it,
By the time you hear this I’ll be dead or fucking famous
By the time you hear this I’ll be dead or fucking famous
By the time you hear this I’ll be dead or fucking famous