 Time to call my father Wandering through the hallways all day Rolling up cigars with my arm raised Reminiscing on old days On shit I can't do nothing about Thinking if I didn't take another route Will I still be sitting on my mother's couch Without a doubt I wasn't finna figure something out Borrow time I'm running out I couldn't be more wrong It's the beginning I'm coming out strong I'm on it Aiming for the top of the totem When I'm on my lonesome Love my squad I told them oh my god