[Verse 1]

I made it, I made it

Momma said I'll probably have a way to get it

I made it

If she'll ever text me

That'll be a day to celebrate

I'm writing these poems for dad

Brother says: he's beat the case

If I ever hit my sister, I bet that'll be the day

I catch a phase, better face card

But it's not time to debate

What's up is up, oh left the ground

The shutters and slats, all locked up

It'd be the darkest party of the century

Pants down, no revival, oh

With the champagne, we'll catch her recital

(Suicidal doors)

Someone is calling me out of here before the referee blows

(Whistling)

Shots in the air, someone is recognised

Nicky, hey, let me hit it, say yas!

Love in town, better walk through the rapid hood

[Outro]

Fresh Boy Chilling