I'm from the 80's. Home of the heroine. Error of the hustlers uh. The world is my custy. New rich porter. The way I flip quarters. Front on all these other rap artists but me. Momma was a mink wearer Papa ran numbers. So it's plain to see where my whole plan come from. American dream I'm living the life still. The way I shine is like a zillion dollar light bill. Still I'm grinding army jacket lining. 40 below timbs on getting my M's on. My best friends gone I seen bad days. Still find songs that I hear him on. Getting my Mary J. Blige Reminisce on. I hear his voice in my mind like nigga live on. So I get on that fly shit I been on. Spin on corners in enzo with rims on. But for info puffin on Endo-Nesia. Give me amnesia. I ease up that right I'm high nigga. I want the sky. The world when I'm done. I'm give it to my sons. Let 'em live it up split it up switch it up. Sixes kit it up man I did it up done. The rest of my belongings belong in the hall of fame a list of hits next to all my names. I came if the sky should fall. And it all goes tomorrow and they foreclose on the house and auction off all my cars. Don't cry for me Argentina I mobbed the beamer. Took trips abroad got mobbed in Sardina. In Ibiza I had pizza in the club. Ladies know I'm that guy they wanna piece of my love. Now they wanna ya boy like Mike in his prime. Billie Jean the goddamn boy ain't mine. And the Roc break up had the people losing hope. Can't lie they had Muhammad Hovi on the ropes. Now I'm back in the go mode back in the go-go's. Throwing the diamond up repping the logo. Rose gold rose flow I'm okay though. What Don't kill me makes stronger than before so. Here we go and I'm not domino. When it all falls down I'm like Kanye's jaw. I might break but I don't fold till I hold the sky in my hand. Yeah that's my goal. And then I bid you Freddy Adu. Prodigal Child y'all not ready for the future. Then I disappear in the Bermuda Triangle. My name will be viewed such. Here's to the man that refused to give up. I want the sky nigga Chuuch