Everyone has something to say, it’s kinda cute.
I wanna say “shut the fuck up” but I stay mute.
I live up on 6 stories but bitch you don’t know mine.
What you know about a young dude from the block.
Cause I grew up on borrowed money, had to wait in line.
All these closed doors but I can’t even knock.
And I hear you though, just slandering the name.
Its all the same really, but I don’t play that game.
Over, because I tried to restart but I never begun.
I tried to win but I only know how to lose.
I picked up the pen instead of the rock and the gun.
I picked up that green instead of that booze.
But I listen to all the whispers, and all that hate.
I was born on time but I was a century late.
I don’t belong, im something misunderstood.
Is he a prince, if his dad had no crown.
I was supposed to live in a castle instead of the hood.
I slipped from the clouds and fell all the way down.
Is not all about making money, you heard?
Don’t kill yourself over green, that’s kind of absurd.
But don’t tell me “I know how you feel.”
Cause you never did, never had my back.
This love is treasure that you have to steal.
Im deadly, you can call me a heart attack.
And what is a real man? My dad wasn’t one.
Does that mean I’m not a real son.
So I’m just a bastard, because I never knew him.
If I did I don’t remember, its all a mess.
I’m flesh with no soul, a phone with no SIM.
Just a sinner that won’t ever confess.