I'm sending this message out to my younger self
Don't you ever forget how all of that hunger felt
My appetite for success had left him with stomach growls
Now appetite is galactus type when i come around
Eat every MC on planet earth down to planet rock
And i plant crack rocks on all of the bodies that i had dropped
You'll hit a ceiling feeling no room and so outta place
Ironic runnin outta space will put you outer space
So break through lil phil and tell little bill
Put them Quaaludes down make them grades shoot up
Like a heroin needle, oh by the way don't do drugs
Make a change to cut through the tension like the tiniest of tumors
Everything's too much everything do suck like a black hole or back alley prostitution
But you need to shun shut em down then fuel up
You listening you hard headed fool? Cool, there's more stuff
What you should be expecting is
Bosses disrespecting you, sponsorship rejecting you
Like a debit card declined that's getting rejected too
Calls from collections crews, pause cause depressions due
Laws meant to take you down
Handcuffs catch you as you fall from the pedestal
Can't make art cause the cost of the rent is due
Even asked god was it joke when they invented you
But nah you're supposed to be the pinnacle and beyond