Thinking about my future, I think back in the day.
Growing up in this world, people pushed me away.
Said, "One day they will regret that."
Building my future to get to the top, it's a known fact.
Put my lyfe on the line with this pen.
Speak out to the world until my lyfe end.
It's a cold world yes.
Given this curse many would say I'm blessed.
As young as I am, challenges grow higher in number.
No one knows of my hunger.
Many cry for the fortune and fame.
I aim for greatest and to be the best in the game.
They say I wouldn't make it this far.
Rumored my future in their rap bar.
Sneak dis my ability to press forward.
Wrote down words that didn't come from my vocal cord.
They say you're not missed until you're gone.
So I'ma disappear and cut off my phone.
Its a cold world yes but my head remains high.
I'ma keep fighting to better the game until I die.