Boy

Packing my shit,

I'll be gone by the morning

I'm not planning on staying here Too long

I'ma creep out when you niggas Snoring

I seen shit that I'd rather not rap About

I've done shit that's gon stay off Recording

Told myself why not try out the Rapping route

Dip my pen in the blood from my Core

Now the world is the stage for the Boy

There's too many depending on Boy

"Boy come do up these dishes"

And make sure you lock up those Wishes and dreams