Why do I feel so alone. like everybody passing through the studio. is in character as if we acting out a movie role. talking bullshit as if it was for you to know. and i don't have the heart to give these. bitch ass niggas the cue to go. so they stick around kicking out feedback. and i entertain it as if i need that. i had a talk with my uncle and he agreed that. my privacy about the only thing i need back but. its hard to think of them polite flows. mr. fano poloto suits are your night clothes. and jordan sweat suits are your flight clothes. and you still make it even when they say your flight. closed. eyes hurting from the camera phone light shows. life was so full. now this shit just being lipo'd. always said i'd say it all on the right track. but in this game you only lose when you fight back. black diamond bracelets. showing you the basics. i can't live and hold the camara. someone gotta tape this. i make hits unlike a bitch. that's married i ain't miss. 24 hours from greatness. i'm that close. don't ever forget the moment. you began to doubt. transitioning from fitting in to standing out. los angeles cabanas or atlanta south. watchin whole show. embarrassed to pull my camera out. and my mother embarrassed. to pull my phantom out. so i park about 5 houses down. she say i shouldn't have it until i have the crown. but i don't wanna feel the need to wear disguises. around. so she wonder where my mind is accounts in the minus. but yet i'm rolling round the fuckin city like your. highness. got niggas reactin without a sinus. cause what i'm working with is timeless. and promoters try to get me out to they club. they say i have fun but i can't imagine how. cause i just seen my ex-girl. standing with my next girl. standing with the girl that i'm fuckin right now. and shit could get weird unless they all down. and so i stay clear. we from a small town. everybody talks and everybody listen. but somehow the truth just always comes up missing. i've always been something that these labels can't. buy. especially if they tryin to take a peice of my soul. and sylvia be tellin tez "damn drake fly". and he just be like "silly mother fucker i know". that was your bad. how could you pass up on em?. he just take them records. and he gas up on em. wayne will prolly put a million cash up on em. surprised no one ever put your ass up on em. oh they did po. at least they tried to. and thats what happens. when you spitting whats inside you. but slip up and shoot the wrong fucking video. and they think they can market you. however they decide to nahh. but forty told me to do me. and don't listen to anybody that knew me. cause to have known me would. mean that theres a new me. and if you think i changed in the slightest. could of fooled me. boy in my city i'm da 2-3. drug dealers live vicariously through me. i quit school and it's not because i'm lazy. i'm just not the social type. and campus life is crazy understand. i could get money with my eyes closed. lost some of my hottest verses down in cabo. so if you find a blackberry with the side scroll. sell that mothafucka to any rapper that i know. cause they need it much more than i ever will. i got new shit. i'm gettin better still. little niggas put my name in they verses. cause they girlfriend put my ass on a pedesteel. future said cause this ye shit you better kill. and i think this got this "making of a legend" feel. problem with these other niggas they. ain't never real. yea ... thats all i can say