Yeah, yeah I be Clinton Hill chill, bro Only focused on the people that I heal for Copped a baby fiddle-leaf for the crib Now it's 'bout to hit the ceiling, find it crazy that it still grow Early morning on my front porch Rain tapping, sun showers on the forecast This the shit that I was rapping on Paloma Beach Show's sold out, still, I never sold the dream Mama proud how her son shine with no degrees Show 'em different paths, how it's supposed to be Seen the whole world with some friends Always wanted to But never thought I'd travel 'round the globe for free Crazy when your life is a vacation Rain water rolling off your back, bro Smiling in the eye of the storm I stay riding even when I see the tires is gone I'm really trying to forgive folks Only human, always learning how this shit go Yeah, everybody really doing they best Even the ones that be doing the most This life shit really you in a boat On the ocean, tryna keep it afloat And stay dry when you bound to be soaked At some point on this journey Working on my bucket list until I'm on a gurney Numb to the pain, can't nobody else hurt me I ain't even fazed when the waters get murky Always said that I would be retired when I'm thirty But this shit ain't even a job, I do this shit in my sleep, kid I stay on repeat, kid, no matter the season Got the flow laced like Victoria's Secret, I'm having fun