Yo Ayo Scoob, ayo Scoob My nigga, what’s good? Word Yessir, what’s poppin’? I’m comin’ through, hold up, hold up Stay right there, I’m comin’ through, hol’ up (Bvtman) Hell yeah, can’t believe I seen this nigga Scoob, man It’s crazy

Uh, don’t you dare run from it There’s no bogeyman, it ain’t comin’ to hurt you I think acceptance is somewhat of a virtue To look your truth dead in the face Without tryna escape the regret or disgrace I write these words aimlessly But not without hope That somehow I’ll stumble on somethin’ that’s dope A clever lil’ line, a thought to provoke Myself and that listener diggin’ for quotes, hеllo I don’t even know if somebody gon’ hеar this Got so many songs that get lost in the endless (Bvtman) Folders of the hard drive, I wish I was more fearless ‘Cause I’ll just say, “Fuck it” and dump all the music For niggas that hate it and niggas that use it As fuel to push them through long nights at school Writin’ that last minute paper for class That’s due in the mornin’ And I still relate to that procrastination for tasks ‘Cause I need to finish this album But hell, how many more times Can I send this wooden pail down in that well And pull it back up with the hope that it’s filled? Plus, it don’t help that I’m rich now So that means that I don’t gotta deal With stress of these creditors, callin’ my cellular Like that young rapper that don’t got a deal (Bvtman) But do got the skill and do got the will To make it no matter how long that it takes For labels to see you or a song that’ll break And the rest of the world to catch on that he’s great Uh, how do you tap into hunger When you don’t gotta wonder ‘Bout when your next meal is comin’ from? Maybe you feel my conundrum Or maybe the real is I’m so, um Far removed from the struggles of everyday folks My shit just ain’t never gon’ hit like it hit When a nigga was a lil’ more closer to broke (Broke) Uh, but fuck it, the challenge be havin’ me stoked Throw in the towel? Man, you gotta be jokin’ I push my salary up with these quotes (Bvtman) Now, I push the Lambo’ truck down in the ‘Ville Hopin’ I connect with somethin’ that’s real Part of me wonders why I’m even still (Still) Uh, holdin’ on to this place My momma been gone and my partners is straight, right? Right

(Bvtman)