As a child I would dream about it Sometimes it wake me from my sleep and I would think about it Making music was all that could keep me off these streets I don't know where I'd actually be without it, but think about it I dedicated like twenty years to the goal I still ain't made a name for myself and it's getting old How many more words can I enter into this phone Without running out of topics and dropping interesting quotes I know people around the globe is wishing that they had a chance To get they hands on that advance that I just pa**ed up Hit the road and have at least two-hundred people at every show Smoking until I choke, that sounds mad fun And being able to pay my bills is a plus But money I be spending for promos is twice as much Not to mention if you get in to the club with all these other rappers then you gotta have the nicest stuff So f** it, man, I'm drinking 'til I'm blacking out They know me around the city for acting out My dad visited for the weekend, he got a taste And left a day early, hit me with a text, "what's that about?" I told him, "it's okay, it's not a problem" But everyone around me seem to think that I can't stop it But yet they always wanna go out on my tab, they jobless And they looking for a way to get it popping So I got them, I start chilling with my old friends They all married with good careers Envious of what I'm doing But only if they knew I would trade them for a second and be outta here But I'm too addicted to this music And I got eight siblings that I never see In a room I never leave Stuck on my computer watching other n***as catch some speed All they songs is extra weak, confusion steady stressing me Running out of patience, let the journey get the best of me Thought I had the recipe, so I followed every step Left my girl and moved away, I know she happy I left Lil bro is all alone, mama need a bigger check All my n***as falling off, I'm still tryna be the best Locked myself inside this booth, started making hella tracks Cry myself to sleep at night, swear I been to hell and back Loaded up that gun I bought, withdrew everything I had Put it all in envelopes, had it sitting in my hand Wrote my mama letter, and apologized for suicide I been on a mission that they talk about but few will try Had my finger on the trigger, would have left it all behind And lyrics popped into my head, maybe music saved my life Maybe music saved my life Maybe music saved my life Maybe music saved my life Yeah, maybe music saved my life [Saxophone Solo]