Grew up with no father role model
I been lonely since I been a toddler
As far as I can remember I been on my own
Dad left me at birth so I grew up torn

Look at my past all I can see is dead memories
Now I got no worries because I got a rap passion
I go hard like a contraction
Chillin with the homie YC

We put the 303 on the map
Got this game sealed like an envelope stamp
I go hard like Dwight in the paint
Got girls in Australia texting me Ay mate

Life is a game don’t fall behind
My moment is on the way you can say it’s my time
Go hard like Jordan did in his prime
You can say I done a lot in life

From now on bust rhymes and ball
Am dressed in South Pole
Girls say I look nice
Am so cold I be spitting ice
Am do this rap game till I die