[Verse - Futuristic:]
I'm really startin' to think that this shit was meant to be
I dropped out of school just so I could go make some history
Kinda ironic, remember, I ain't had shit to eat
Pay-as-you-go electricity by the kitchen sink
So I turned them lights off, quick shower I dry off
Pass up on the weed; the music scene what I get high off
IPod full of my songs, they play 'em at the party
If there ain't nothin' to celebrate I hate drinkin' Bacardi but
After a good show, I'm always gettin' faded
Get a fan or two that made it and get both them bitches naked
Man I'm sayin': regular women come with the baggage
But these groupies fall in love and they ain't never even had it
I'm a stick with that, get the cat, show me love and get it back
Crew full of WTF shirts; 'Men In Black'
Supportin' my city for this lil nigga spittin' raps
Workin' hard not hardly workin', rappers wanna get a track!
I gotta tax 'em but that just comes with the business
I lost a lot of friendships for current music commitments
But it's payin' off, A