18

I don't give a fuck what you sayin', fuck what you claim
Too many niggas talkin' on my name, finna go insane
I'm lagged off Tris, finna reboot on some shit
Hella niggas sayin' all my name, thinking I'm gon' quit

One of one, I'm that nigga
Two twins in the room, they tryna hit
Three hoes on my phone talkin' about a foursome with me
The 5-5-6 hit him in his shit
Triple 7 got guidance, bitch
Hit shots like 8, Rip Kobe
Nine times out of ten, I'm makin' a hit
Fuck 11/11, we ain't stoppin' the war
It's bout a dozen buddies, that bitch got
13, I took this music serious
Back in '14, I was delirious
Back in '15, I done hit double digits
16 wasn't all that sweet
At 17, I done met the new me
Hit 18, now I'm a man, shit scary

And I'll hit like a Martian
Choppa gon' shoot, you know how we march
And shawty, she tweakin" off Molly
Hit her real hard, it knocked her out the park
Shit, It'll knock you out the park
Choppa hit your head, and I'm sure it left a mark
Now I look in the sky and see the stars all around me
Look what's ahead of me
So many sights to see
Too many honoring
So much to ask
So much for I to know
So much is yet to see, yeah
So grateful for all this
Grateful for all this
Too much to own
So much I done been through
So much I done came through
So much I done gave for you
And niggas don't understand this shit, for real
I gave my all for this
Gave my all for this
And I'ma keep on givin' it
And I'ma keep on givin' my all
And I'ma keep on givin' my life
I ain't really sellin' myself for real
I just wanna do this for real, for real
Nah
Thank y'all
Thank you, really



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Writer(s): Jayden Moore
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