(No, no No, no, no, no No, no No, no, no, no No, no No, no, no, no No, no No, no, no, no Life's crazy My parents worried 'bout me 'Cause I didn't talk to nobody, just made beats And now I get paid by the syllable Gotta thank 'em though, I know it can be difficult As I tip-toe in and out of zip codes All on a mission of love, that's what I live for I got big dreams, ma, I got big goals You see my old ones now because I lived those You got to admit, ma I told you I was gonna get into Duke and I did, ma I told you I would get signed and I did, ma Look at this, ma, look at this, ma (No, no No, no, no, no No, no No, no, no, no) All my friends feel trapped and afraid I close my eyes and try to imagine a way To wash all my old patterns away I had to stop smokin' 'cause it scattered my brain "Fuck bitches" is what my favorite rappers would say I say there is something beautiful after the pain After the pain, this can't be real Turns out the ladder to fame is a hamster wheel When we played the Palace, my parents were first row That's a feeling that I don't even have words for I did my song, went backstage, and drank a Henny bottle Picked up my phone and then I started texting any model I used to put a target on every cute face And keep Plan B pills in my suitcase "That's gross, time to grow," that's what Ronny said Man, Willie just called, "Dawg, Ronny's dead" I'm tryna stumble to a truer view I'm noticing the sky is a bluer hue It's time to get to work, that's what doers do I'm looking in the mirror like, "Who are you?"