this is me

so, here we go, this is me, before the deal, before the big shows, before the stadiums and. and, ah tv appearances and the radio play and the platinum album, and the grammy, and the lies, and the rumors, and the depression, and the hatred, this is me in my purest form. and, i just want to share that with you, they said open your eyes, you got a lot to lose, no time to choose, get left confused if you don't follow rules, this donald news remind these fools of when we shined they shoes, and picked up cotton, times forgotten, so we spoiled rotten, nobody want to work, and nobody want to commit, so everybody getting hurt, i thought i had it first, but i guess you had it worse, i advise you learn to surf, this vasi wave may save the earth, yep, speak polite then take your purse, that's how it works, yep, flee the scene, police sirens, see in the dirt, yep, now it's another nigga gone, twitter r.i.p.s i guess we'll put them in a song, tell his mama to be strong, but where did she go wrong, would he be out here thuggin' if his father was at home, i don't know, i can't complain bro, three shows in a row and this ain't closed, 50k in a month, that's a bank roll, main hoe got my name on her anal, lay low, but i rep it like a gang though, vic vasi dripping gold, where the rainbow, came slow, cause i got to let the name grow, trap town, we was raised where you can't go, fa on some new shit, too slick, i could really get the booth lit, blew quick, now i'm chilling with a cute chick, but i only tapped twice like a new pick, new life, who's this, i'm really just working on my music, these niggas really told me i was foolish, you can't make it with a message, you just stupid, quit trying to preach to these thugs, it is what it was, man they like selling drugs, we don't really care how you feel, i don't want to hear your song, if you ain't talking popping pills, at least talk about some coke, nigga, talk about the cars, are you broke?, talk about the riches, at least talk about some bitches, we love all that crap, ain't you from the hood, where's your blunt, where's you strap, man you could've buzzed where you at, but you waited 'till this album to cuss on your raps, you're a loser, that's what the haters try to tell me, but i don't mind as long as my family healthy, i do shows, my fans crying for selfies, and i'mma rep the threes 'till they nail me, vasi, before the deal, it's before the deal, it's before the deal, i ain't gon' change, keep it more than real, that's a promise, threes up, it's fly america