Me and lil bro had the streets talking,

my life is still a dream I’m sleep walking, always eavesdropping whenever money talks I touch my knees when I reach in my deep pockets,

Always see profit,

leader of the crop but also the cream of it, sum you don’t see often,

I watch her disappear in my flow like she’s desolving,

got an attitude but the D solves it,

why you acting big when your music never plays in the car,

ain’t you a star,

what you mean you raising the bar,

gold medal on my neck like an Argentine that played in Qatar,

danger gevaar,

san uyas’tider aw spacer kancani,

makes sense since you only look great from afar,

straight from the heart,

you know that I hate a facade,

what’s strange none’s changed that’s what a nigga said from the start,

top of the food chain,

top of the new wave,

confidence Bruce Wayne,

but macking on Lois Lane,

dropping a new new tape,

popping in USA,

smashing a new flame,

but cuddle my boo thang,

you fighting for loose change,

you struggle with hood fame,

I say I’m the new Jay,

they telling me touche’,

I meant it 2 ways the raps and Dusse,

the mogul now come and meet my boy the new king

Lot of beer bonding, lean fonding where we from

And being honest, been on it but I had be to conscious of the fact that we pondered on these dreams

When Touch invited me on the scene, I think I had a clean logic

Squeaky DAW, loud keys, and a mean sonnet

Me on it, sounded like a pro with the tools to build a serene sonic

Symphonic, hedonic lyrics put a ring on it

Meaning leaves the big homies deep sobbing

I seen all this

Now I’m on, I’m starting see artists who starting art as a revenue stream

Nothing they really do mean,

Oftenly they only see the market, red carpet, and black garments

Nothing in their hearts, it’s a dead carcass,

Rather play the part of a dead artist

For your moment and how you rose, they were never rooting for you, that’s why you’ll be buried with dead garden

My heart hardens

With every hard bar that I jot for them

It was a hard bargain for me to drop “DOLLAR”

And be the one that’s paying all the cost for them to listen and then tell me how ** it is

Hoping it’s the last time I’m holding this pen and uploading this wav file on distrokid

Hoping it’s gon blow and the show me things

The loneliness was growing thick

But a random Tuesday , things changed

And now they waiting for the mixtape