24

I used to think by 24, that I would have like so much more

Homes in different cities and a wife I really do adore

Cars and fancy things galore, come on babe just lock the door

Feel you up in bed and roll you over on the silky floor

Hip-hop doesn't love you, 'less you talking ‘bout your bank account

So every time I mention money, I know it's a fake amount

Labels told me sell my soul, drop the lyrics make it bounce

Rappers told me lose your mind, drop some yellow, take an ounce

Hold up wait, all the walls, all the walls are caving in

Trails of rainbows shooting from my moving hands and fingertips

Pause, breathe, strike a pose, grab a book and microphone

Turning every page and all the words are turning into crows