You know if this joint pops, so the devil of mine

Had no love for the elegant sign

Pushin' volvos down 75

And now I'm hoping that my kids skrt, relevant rides

A year ago a dude asked me, "why the black kids rap?"

It sounded like he never known one

Think it's hard to get perspective from the cats you ain't been chillin' with

If you ain't ever gettin' broke some

But now I'm battin' if too many people listen, I'ma think of him as just a white version of my own son

It's a black kid only hearin' struggle in the joints that he popped

Two steppin' with balenciaga soles on

Bein' accustomed to the struggle wasn't really me

But, I started writin' articles to pay for anything

Lookin' down on kids who get it with a "pretty please"

Fine dinin' off of domino's and jimmy dean

My school friend bought a penthouse at 23

Tellin' me that when I'm big, I can send him things

I told him "cool it with the pipe, know the chimney dreams"

It was better when they only asked you petty things like

"Do your tracks get airtime worldwide?"

"Do your voice go low like burl ives?"

"Do your friends all trip cause your girl fine?"

"Do you pull a clean whip to the turnstile?"

But now they ask me if I'm ready for more

I been lookin' up to god, he said "get ready for war"

Or just get ready for the way to know what everything's for

Even before you're wakin' up to earn meds in the drawer

I think I said it before, at 6 months to graduation

And I don't know if this is my imagination

I been cookin' with the midi in the basement

And it still don't even make sense, yeah...

Yeah, and it still don't even make sense.

They say, "wait for a good thing"

But what the good things bring? a lot of weight

Only hate when they should be

Late nights at the races with faces who fake understood things

But don't waste such a good thing

Just make childhood dreams

Even if they hate your own, yeah, ayy...

Black man get your education

But I'm still tryna make it in the hip-hop game, bruh

Back home for a celebration

And I'm still lookin' like I done forgotten where I came from

What's a ivy league rapper but, a newly, boujee, broke kid tryna run away from chasin' pay stubs

What's a ivy league rapper but, the one kid who didn't dream of doin' 6 shows in the same month

Black man get your education

But I'm still tryna make it in the hip-hop game, bruh

Back home for a celebration

And I'm still lookin' like I done forgotten where I came from

What's a ivy league rapper but, a newly, boujee, broke kid tryna run away from chasin' pay stubs

What's a ivy league rapper but, the one kid who didn't dream of doin' 6 shows in the same month.

They say, "wait for a good thing"

But what the good things bring? a lot of weight

Only hate when they should be

Late nights at the races with faces who fake understood things

But don't waste such a good thing

Just make childhood dreams

Even if they hate your own, yeah, ayy...

But god said "hold up, whatchu mean about it?

I made the whole world, but I only speak about it

You actin' like you know what's good and decent 'bout it

But I provided everything well you was sleep or doubtin'

You missed the big shot, thinkin' you could pick or choose

I got a plan you won't believe, you just listen, dude

I got a plan that I'ma speak into existence, dude

I got a plan you couldn't speak into a sentence, dude

But you won't see it while you're in it, dude

You think you really independent, like you did it with yo' 20 second interlude

But that's a gimmick, dude, and you got limits, too

And everything you do for you, I coulda done in middle school

But I'm eternal, and I'm knockin' over hurdles, while you write it in your journal like, 'i can't believe I made it through'

And now you scared about the way I'm gonna use you

All I do, you should be used to, I mean, what I'm supposed to say to you?

Just live, and keep your eyes on me

I'ma lead you where you need, you are my own sheep

And if I don't speak, you can still be a-okay

I'm tryna grow you, it could take all day if the well dry

Yeah, so just chill".