[Verse 1] Hola 27 year old Tukle this is me I’m 21 probably your terrible memories Heart is broken hope you gonna find a remedy Please don’t let me down you should achieve your fucking dreams I’ve been doing this for seven years Without showing my tears Now it’s time to counting on the dollar bills Family still paying rent for shitty apartments you gotta move ’em to the hills Listen what they saying Ooooh please don’t get locked up Ooooh please don’t get fucked up Yeah I know I should keep my fucking head up Too much under pressure Also dumped by my lover Alcohol on my blood and I pray for my liver It doesn’t matter if I’m gonna forget her Only thing in my head making music till I’m over High off my dreams so I never feel like I’m sober Reaper waiting on the corner Hell can wait I gotta a lot to do suckers
[Verse 2] Nothing ever can stop me from chasing my dream Gon’ shine like a star everybody call me genius Don’t wanna get diamonds money and beamers All I want is make my mama live prestigious Stage jumping like two-three you can’t talk to me I’m just doing this shit like nike Who said white boy can’t jump I got J’s on the feet Feelin’ like Pac all eyes on me I’ll be the best in the game you can test it Give me beat I eat it like Krispy (Cream) If my homies outside I cannot checking in I made cents outta music now locked on the millions Even if I wanna die I won’t join club 21 If I pass 22 call myself veteran RIP to homies laying under the ground Not for the clout, from the bottom of my heart Put the lights out Need moment of silence my enemies all-out I’ll give up all of my dream when my blood drop If you wanna stop me bitch you better throw shots Never push my limit I can really be the meanest Living in my dreams at the same time I’m realist Chasing money for the cure of my devastated feelings This my fuckin whilst for my 27 hope you make it
