18

Wake up in da mornin, my 18th birthday
All my past bad memories, in my ashtray
H on this big ol star, that I see in the mirror
Almost had ah nife in my wrist, now I'm hear

Me sparrow, I'm at the worlds end like Jack
5 bullets Amin to the head, it might blowback
I'm really at the lowest, like ah 5 pound note
Sadess record of topics, with a pencil i wrote
I go in depth of pain an struggle, In the mental
I never really wanna cut corners, and be gentle
Everybody got ah scar, and I'm tryna help heal it
Every problem that I had, comes out when I spit
I just hope you try to learn how I heal myself
Everybody gotta learn about your true oneself
But let me tell you, I'm really a fan of myself
Let me predicate, the memories on my shelf

Wake up in da mornin, my 18th birthday
All my past bad memories, in my ashtray
H on this big ol star, that I see in the mirror
Almost had ah nife in my wrist, now I'm hear

Can't believe I really made it some people hate it
18 gotta push, neva Neva quit, hidden on my fit
Bars what spit, never be talking bout no bullshit
Only gonna cuss once, takin control in a cockpit
Always in these airwaves, when I'm in the ski
Takin all these people down, when I really fly

Wake up in da mornin, my 18th birthday
All my past bad memories, in my ashtray
H on this big ol star, that I see in the mirror
Almost had ah nife in my wrist, now I'm hear

Wake up in da mornin, my 18th birthday
All my past bad memories, in my ashtray
H on this big ol star, that I see in the mirror
Almost had ah nife in my wrist, now I'm hear

I'm ready for all the ritches I'm bout ah obtain
Better let god know, I'm really ready fo da pain
I don't care how many scars, I end up gettin
Been fightin these demons since 12, no citin
18 now, 6 long years in ah ring, no gloves
All these demons ain't no pure white doves
So any rapper that comes to me, gotta be ready
bars like bullets, flows my gun, mouth be steady
This game ah real treasure box, rhymes the key
So whenever I hop on ah beat, it's 3ee fo da fee