Letra de Intro

[Verso 1]
Woke up in the morning and I’m feeling like Mase, gotta pray for this music
Told my momma Imma be great, she said I gotta prove it
Got a text from my girl saying she late, young nigga bout to loose it
Tired of all the bullshit, finishing with the school shit
Got a backpack with a laptop and some pipe dreams, all I ever needed was the right scheme
Dirt on my shoulder on my white tee, king of cool, I’m such a hypebeast
Came through she trynna eye me, pick and choose you got to buy me
Got a price to this, flashy life with the icey wrist
Never doubted Imma do it great since the first day I was on the intercape
All these niggas love to hate, it’s a shame they’re pre-heat like dinner plates
In the game I’m knee deep I won’t stop, if she came with me then she won’t flop, been the same since change came along
All my life I’ve been home alone