Intro

[Verse 1] NFL player co-signs And you don't even know it I got one shot and I hope I don't blow it And these haters on my dick I'm just tryna' chase my dreams Stitching up the rap game Call it fixing seams Keep on Painting Dreams Yeah, I keep on Painting Dreams Started all alone Now I gotta a fucking team My hands up high And I'm reaching for the stars I'm just another average kid Tryna' make it with these bars [Verse 2] Just a year ago I was focused on passin' Now I'm focused on getting this music shit crackin' Tryna' get the sound right Tryna' make it sound right Waiting for that call Get flied first class flight But I ain't taking no deals Won't sellout on my vision The youngest kid you know with the most ambition Because I'm on a mission Fuck getting permission All you need to do is listen Lyrical ammunition I just want some recognition Writing real on composition For killing competition I say "Fuck my opposition" I just wanna be winnin' Just wanna beat the game Know my fucking name Get a little fame But that shit won't change me I put it on my momma Everything will be the same When I start seeing commas And everything will be the same When I start seeing mothafuckin' commas