Real Life

Thinking back on times when I was broke and I ain't have shit

I thought I'd make it off rapping, reality off of trapping

And flipping some kicks like bricks before re-ups was spent on fashion

Then punching clocks at the various jobs I hated with passion

Know I'm only 25 but like why the fuck I ain't Kobe?

Like why the fuck I ain't rich yet or ordering guacamole with chicken

Momma said I need to stop with the bitchin

And leave these haters, stay lonely if they don't fuck with the vision (she right)

So I'm up and writing late into nights

'Til those nights turn to mornings, until this pain turn to light

Until I look inside the mirror like the man that I see

Until I'm making enough that this money doesn't make me (that's crazy)