We Go To The End

I was in school and they told me the dream that I had I should never pursue

They told me that music is great, but find a real job I told em, but what would I do?

It starts off as talent but as you get older they say that you need to improve

I'm hoping and praying to God like what do I do?

If you ain't on board then I am not messing with you

I used to feel caged but homie now I'm on the loose

It's time that I raise up the hand and gather the troops

If you in the way then homie you better go move

I think it's time that I come out the batcave

Been silent for a minute but you know that I'm back mane

And spreading like a virus so you know it's a bad case

I'm racing through the game like a person with road rage