This summer 2015 was crazy. Back hurting from sleepless nights on couches. Or is it from the weight on my shoulders?
Mama call, don't answer, she gone ask questions I ain't got the answers to.

Hollywood & La Brea, 1735.. we used to sing the address in our Fetty Wap voices. I stayed tucked this summer, hid in the shadows of the money trees because I never been focused on a goal like this before. Kanye asked "How you stay faithful in a room full of hoes?" I don't know how I did it, only the boy knows. Trust, the temptation surrounded me, drugs surrounded me... finally made decisions that made my conscience proud of me. Sit back in the corner trying to remember these scenes because fucking with us you'll only see this one time. Fighting sleep, trying not to blink. Hennessy, trying not to think. If I didn't have witnesses you'll think I was lying. With the slight fear of dying, we had no problem dealing with the repercussions of our actions. Sit back, hit the blunt like the hit stick on Madden. 

Use the lunch money for prescription dedication. Starve for two days, take a mind vacation. Erase a few of my old memories & replace them with new dreams. All of a sudden my bed is looking like a table for 3. Turned down the devil's offers, a decision I wouldn't be able to make twice. Hit the lights, turn the music up. Closed the blinds so we can't tell when the sun comes up. Open your mind & don't stop until I'm done. 

Empty pockets with hearts full of love for our lives. The money was like the women, we knew we didn't have to chase it. I woulda said the liquor, but I'd be lying because I chase the Hennessy with Coke every time. 

Everything I wanted, I envisioned I had it already. Wake up & pretend like the mirror was a glass window looking out to the lake. Text my nilla in the other room, as if we were in a mansion. Eating Hamburger Helper like it came from Cheesecake Factory. Nothing like the feeling of seeing the bad ones rock your seal. That solidified our destiny. The irony of planning not to plan. Guessing on life's midterm, we never took class serious enough. Improving our way out of boredom, not realizing that at the end of the day the joke's on us. 

Every time I closed my eyes, I seen a glimpse of the future. Reminded me of those nights the moon seems an arm reach away. My anticipation became a new disease, because the anxiety of tomorrow was a feeling so foreign to me. Like standing in front of the microwave, waiting for the timer to hit 0. I almost went emo.

It was all I thought about. Like Neemo's Mac & cheese... full platter for 20, soon to be hallowed out. Future dropped "I Thought It Was A Drought" & we went crazy. There was a couple lines in there that we could relate to. I'm trying to be great too. Influential, like Johnny Depp mixed with Babe Ruth. You've rarely seen a player with the talent range that I got. One stop shop, acted out the scenes & wrote the plot. 

I think it's time I start back where I left off.