 You're gonna wake up. You're renting fast cars, but you're still yet to get your cake up. You're a small fry trying to act like you're a steak up. You're correcting your character. Come here, wipe off your makeup. My children, wake up. I paved the road that lays before you. Now you can run. But you did these and not this, so I wouldn't overcome. Now all the shade you throw will be exposed by the sun. Trying to run back to your mother, brother.