[Verse 1] Illuminati want my mind, soul & my body Searching everyday tryna find a way to stay godly In these street they say they know me but they know me hardly Hardly ever home because a youngin' out here really starving Grinding for that cheddar, Parmesan, that mozzarella Like im standing in a lightning storm with a umbrella Heard it in a song that my problems gonna get better Red cup every night this liquor got me feeling better Keep ya head up, see ya slipping & they'll come to get ya Red dot, one shot to ya head now ya missing. but God forbid it Hope these n***as get to see my vision Tryna be a king with these dreams screaming "long live him" By any means necessary and I really mean's it ima make it to the top by writing down my nouns & verbs Poetry in motion flowing smoother than some lotion If the earth dried I could spit back the ocean [Hook x2] I keep my head,keep my head to the moonlight Looking at the stars and it all seems so bright Just tryna make it, gotta make it to the good life Gotta do it soon cuz we only get one life [Verse 2] To many guns, every night another homicide I'm all alone, no one knows how I feel inside So I'm in my room writing raps until my pen dies Moms in the kitchen baking cake, should I grab a slice? I wanna grab a mic, paranoia through the night My rhymes are harder than some dikes punching on a bag of ice I want the good life I need a couple gold chains I mean I want 100 million and a private plane The black Bruce Wayne of my city someday cuz working 9 to 5 got me stressing feeling kinda crazy Im never lazy just wanna be that one that made it in my family Pops is struggling and I motherf**ing hate it I wanna be the greatest, I wanna be your favorite I wanna get this paper, its either now or never I NEED to be the greatest, I NEED to be your favorite I NEED to get this paper, A f**ing pharaoh n***a [Hook x2] [2Pac Talks]