November 9th

Let me look into my future with a clear eyed view

I see plaques, bright lights, and a mic to speak through

I see a crib with some kids

A beautiful woman

And a big ass window, with the light shining through

Meditation keep me sane, I see a calm mental

I see a couple different whips we ain't doing rentals

I see a studio room

That's for instrumentals being played, rap gone get me paid, speaking on my issues

Tell my momma no more tears we don't need a tissue