Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete proving nature's laws wrong it learned 2 walk without having feet

Driving by my ambitions, desire higher positions, to see eternally and my mission, to be more than just a rap musician.

Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.

Hoping they bury me with ammunition, weed, and shells. Just in case.

How many caskets can we witness before we see it's hard to live this life without God, so we must ask forgiveness.

I smoke blunt to take the pain out and if I wasn't high I'd probably blow my brains out.

Look at those words, 'role' and 'model.' Both of those are fake words, to play a role and to model, that's fake. I'm real. Being real, I drink, I hang out, I party