One day u plan to be a family man n happily married/
u wanna grow to be so old that u have to be carried/
to your grave untill u get buried/
It may be early 4 u to be planning your stuff/
cuz your still struggling hard to be the man, and it's tough/
Cause man you look rough, but u shud manage enough/
uve jus been taken advantage of, damaged and scuffed/
when i get caught for this my hands will be cuffed/
But don't panic and huff, frantic and puff/
Or plan to give up, the minute my shit hits the u it erupts/
your destiny's to rest at ease, till your impressed and pleased/
With your progress, u won't settle for less than cheese/
but ive got this AK and im about to squeeze...
Way before my baby is able to crawl
I'm too stable to fall, the pressure motivates
To know I hold the weight of boulders on my shoulder blades