I made mistakes, I made some bread. I even made a way for them to get ahead.
It's like I know what I gotta say, I just don't know how to say it to you.
There's two elements to rap: having the thoughts, and then being a great rapper.
My real friends never hearin from me, fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
I can't even find the perfect brush so I can paint what's going through my mind. Racing 'gainst myself but I'm a couple steps behind.
You know that girl that always forgave you? That always loved you? That always took you back? Pretty soon, she’ll give up and find someone better.