Conversations With Myself

Yeah, used to dream as a young boy starring through my window (Like I really used to Really vision this)

On the way to riches, had to fill up at the Citgo (Tell the money I'm on the way)

Seen a mic then thought why not rap that's what it's here for (Like why not spit a verse or Something)

And before I say a thing, make sure I got a clear throat (Yeah let's go)

Aye what's up, how yo doing? how you feeling?

I'm doing well, I'm just tryna touch a million

Tryna touch a million, why not touch a billion?

Damn dawg you right, let's go stack it to the ceiling

Ima superstar player, not no regular civilian

Every word, make them feel it, sorry if I hurt ya feelings