Untitled Song

Finna go straight off the bar anit got time for none of you label headed stars matter fact we finna take them to mars let them see the stars that i see cause member we gone eat cause we came from the streets with nothing to eat n or dreams n our pockets n shoes on our feet

So now we gonna rise so high we just needed that one shine and now its grilling time i kno im saying the same line but trust me it get better you needa grab ya sweater and get addicted to the wheater cause its all bout making chedda n remembering that same line i anit got time so i wrote a rhyme to clear my mind!