Tekst piosenki
I am putting numbers on the board and blowin’ mire digits
I haven’t started, man these are just the before pictures
shout out my parents
my mother give birth to 4 winners
all of the players in the game
it’s always cold benches
been in the studio
forgot how to sleep
no tryna make an album
they forgot about in a week
they said the fruit never gon fall from the tree
I sued to be the kid
now the kids wanna be me
trippin about my future like way before there was cameras
hella plans on my calendar
fore I went all professional
less souls to trust, man
hese people soundin’ original
same destination
we just look different routes
fuckin being on eth e greatest
I am tryna bye the greatest one
