18

(And, I hate waking up)

15, I was stuck, all on my own

And 16, I was slangin' dope, doing wrong

17, I had sung your name in my song

And, I turned 18, and I found peace in my zone

My 'lil bitch, yeah, I made that (Yeah, I made that)

And, I was 13, when I seen a nigga cook crack

Niggas can't touch my blues clues, bitch, my pockets fat

And i'm poppin' them .325's, like a tic tac