FEAR

Give my mom a couple thousand tell her go and wipe her tears

Atlasofthewrld but I ain't in this atmosphere

Always had the vision I just had to make it clear

False evidence appearing real, that's fear

Give my mom a couple thousand we couldn't even pay the rent

Know I'm bound to make mistakes, but I'm a shoot until I hit

Don't condone intimidation but this 40 on my hip cause I know anger, jealousy, and envy really do exist

I know rapping is a risk, I got passion it's a gift

I've been mastering the art, l make classics, I make hits

Know the habit made me rich, got em mad because I'm lit

Momma know she made a star, told her go head make a wish