r i p prince the great one cola clairmont the second i ve grown sick of the winter time lost my complexion on my winter grind perplexed with all the stress getting intertwined and my sanity be dancing on a thinner line man im done with being humble cause wolves are cut throat having a really tough time trusting folks used to count on hope but now i d rather count commas and pay off the whole mortgage for my momma lately i find it hard defining myself i ain t perfect but i m great enough to not ask for help started betting on myself to raise more stakes cause i ain t with the slow pace or waiting on no chase can t believe rap went from selling to smoking base with tacky ass clothing just showing us poor taste i d rather drop them all like a cold case post haste and salt the earth where ever these hacks are growing a blessing and a curse with all of these facts i m knowing a class potent mind black focused keep my wrist glowing i bet your chick notice never played the lotto but the motto is get more chips rappers and singers be saying the same ish claim they stack gwop broke hoping fame hits buy designer clothes i know they can t afford and i ain t seen them at the bank since west side toronto breeding grounds for greatness man s them finna cook the game no apron wifetaker gang no need to be wife taking just take your girl and bring her to me we ll have her home in a week against little bro y all slow to compete dull remedial all that bull y all can keep west end moving from the stu to the streets to worldwide screwface it ain t nothing sweet whats my life worth cause lately i dont like work and lately i dont church and lately i dont like people lately i wanna fight people whats my life worth cause lately i dont like work and lately i dont church and lately i dont like people lately i wanna fight people i ain t drink a cup of tea in a minute i been hating this game and no longer wanna be in it and i ain t even been in it don t let the fame get to my head they say but everyone else s head it s in it church folk and old foes act like they know me couple people riding cause they see premieres on noisey and all my old videos looking like movies but i can care less about them and everything with that album everbody knows best for me that ain t even logical don t care about opinions they been putting me through obstacles sleeping in on sunday morning momma say i gotta go they sleeping on my day to day to generate the possible not signing nothing drop whatever i want whenever i want no matter what i m gonna blow up i m who the daughters know of a father type but not blood cause they call me an old soul it s just the way i grew up i know in my heart that i m already a star i m slapping away handshakes that mess with the art never settle mixing drinks at the bar god know this he blessed my stature function with fam after my brother told me do this myself in some ways my brother make me wanna do this myself all day i m on computers i m not using the cell people credited for things that i thought of myself so don t want help where s my gated community the family toured europe and suckers asking for things for free i ask about the bible and nobody ever answers me scared to say i m a christian because what we made it seem to be the car couldn t kill me off hospital pilled me off bout to be on a chart car will be peeling off amen metamorphosis of an orphan to the whole business the world a business just tryna be top the time i m in it  whats my life worth cause lately i dont like work and lately i dont church and lately i dont like people lately i wanna fight people 