It's Not Like I'm Not Writing Great

Drinking Every Night Because We Drink To My Accomplishments.

Me, My Niggas And Some Madonna Hoes That Look Just Like Virgins But Trust They Down To Go.

Word On Road Is The Clique About To Blow. You Ain't Gotta Run And Tell Nobody They Already Know

Never Thoughts Of Suicide, I'm Too Alive. But I Still Treat It Like It's Do Or Die.. Even Though Dyin' Isn't In The Plans, But Neither Was Makin' It And Here I Am

I Wish That We Lived In A Time And A Generation Where People Would Stop Viewing My Honesty As Overly Emotional. People Always Act Like I Spend My Life Crying In A Dark Room. I Don't, I'm Good. I'm A Man. I Want To Be Remembered As An Artist That Gave You A Piece Of Me, As Opposed To Some Surface Bullshit. I Don't Think People Realize That We Die, We Leave Here, And Either They Forget About You Or Remember You. And How They Remember You Is Up To You. I Just Want To Be Remembered As A Poet That Was Open And Honest Because I Wake Up Every Morning And I'm Me.