I hate to put a time stamp on this, but it's my birthday, and I'm feeling great. Yeah, I'm feeling great. 24 today, by the way. Okay, I came a long way. I looked up and said, goddamn, I came a long way. And the V.I.P., this shit feel like a showcase. Take me to a place I rather be, there's no place. I got a pocket full of cash. It's more than I made last year when I was packing. Oh, wait, it been two years, I lost tracking. No way I'm going back, I've been in mansions. I've been in whips so quick that you lose traction. And made six bigger transactions. Met a lot of pretty women, aka distractions. And some fuckers with supplemental captions. I won't show these lanes no compassion. Wanna play the game, gotta have expansion. Next, send me your email, came with attachments. And like a fan at a show, the guy started snapping. What's happening? What's happening? What's happening? What's happening? Oh, what's happening? Whoa, whoa. High stakes got me feeling like I'm gambling. Like I'm gonna lose it all. Drink got a nigga rambling. Like I'm talking to him. But hit me up. I wake up and see a roof over my head. Used to be the roof of a old Ford Audi. That used to be my bed. A lot of disrespect from those who used to be my friends. A lot of checks to replace those used to be friends. I don't fuck with you and don't you comprehend. Give a fuck who I fan. Real and fake cannot blend. And I pray to God I never lose a cake. Amen. With the high stakes, I'm in. I'm in. Even with niggas after me, I still stroll through the city casually. RIP, strategy. Holly gone, that's another tragedy. Oh my God, who gon' show the kids the strategy? I done seen so many things that they gotta see. I made it to the game using honesty. I know my mama proud of me. God, tell her she gave birth to a young prodigy. I'm proud of you. Hey. Thank you. To the most high. High, yeah. High, yeah. Prayin' that them blessings don't stop. I'm prayin' that them blessings don't. Yeah.