[Verse 1: JoshDWH]
Can't get caught up in my feelings
Tryna stack bread from here to the ceiling
Momma always said I won't get to a chillin'
So this year Im finna make a k**in'
Im from the rotten apple
Tried to play the field, I got tackled
In my mental I feel everyone is shackled
T shirt, Shoes, Gotta be designer
Gucci belt, throw my denims, sag em to remind ya
My demeanor is meaner
My outfit is cleaner
Tims all black! Picture that!
Picture me rollin splitting a dutch up in a Cadillac
The world deems me the white boy that be actin black!
I ain't jacking that! Nah! I ain't having that
Looking back on my childhood, all i had was rap!
I had a pen I didn't know how to use it
Im a solider, everywhere I went I trooped it!