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I hopped inside the black Honda Civic whip
And put a different type beat to try to write some different shit
Cause I'm always on the same
I'm always on some plain
Shit that sound lame like I'm stuck inside my brain
I know money ain't everything
But damn, I need a couple dollars If I'm tryna make a change
I need to make the rent, I need to make some sense of my life
Cause these feelings in my head got me tense
I can't sleep, I'm wide awake late at night, feelin' incomplete
I can't eat
I know it's probably better down the road
But for now I'm down the street to get some weed
Cause this shit keep me from sinking too deep
I float above the world, Mary Jane that's my girl
Green eyes, orange hair with the curls
I roll the blunt
To burn it up, Then put a dope beat on and turn it up
I turn it up

I'm tryna redesign my state of mind
Cause soul searching left behind
All that shit I hate to find
I had to hit the brakes, for heaven's sakes
If it's one thing that I ain't, it's a fucking fake
I'm true to myself, making moves for this wealth
I got news for these losers, I'm bad for your health
Why you hatin'
Tryna see me fall
Man, you gon' be waitin
For a long time in a real long line
Word to your mother, put it on mine
All your negativity ain't nothing to a strong mind
I nip it in the bud, I don't let it grow
But it took a long time for me to learn to let it go
And I ain't got it all, but I'll get it though
And I'ma get it even if I have to get it slow
It's just a matter of time before this pattern of rhyme
Will take me up to the top of this ladder I climb