Chest High

These dreams may never work that's ok I've failed more then once

Hit the ground running like thief leaving through the front

Pockets filled up with some shit that I ain't even want

I only grabbed it cus I knew thats shit that ya'll would flaunt

I tease you with it then I give it to some lil punks

Ain't never had a thing except a free school lunch

Do no acting if I did I'd do my own stunts

I need the green but not the type you like to waste in blunts

Focus on today u may never see another month

Aint fearing much why that talk that I be hearing tough

Try to clear the stuff that only tie me down and keep me up

Had to pick the lock to the pain that I been keeping cuffed