Well
Even in that deep misery
I felt my energy revive
And I said to myself
In spite of everything
I shall rise again
I will take up my pencil
Which I have forsaken in great discouragement
And I will go on with my writing
From that moment
Everything has seemed transformed to me

Fuck all your noise
Fuck all your noise
Imma scream louder than all of them boys
Can you believe it?
Of course you didn’t
Imma take vacations only when I’ll be gone
That is my choice
I love my choices
I’m hella sick but I still got my voice
Cruel summer in the vision
So I’m making songs trying to bring back the shade of my force

Fuck all your coins
Talk all you want
If you got no strategy
We gon’ move on
Give me strength for the next months of my life
I got too many ideas
Not enough time
Not enough space but inside of my mind
‘Bout to hire my b for the customer line
I made 10K this week
I gave my momma 9
But the money won’t ever stop me from the grind

I feel it coming I won’t get no grace
I feel it coming I won’t ask for help
This summer’s already has a taste from Hell