Yeah
Uh
Life won't let you be no Indian giver and I say that just to tell you that
You never get the present back
Hopin you use your intellect
Hopin you dont spend it sellin crack
Hopin you ain't up on the internet
Typin up what you won't never speak out
Hopin to get respect
It don't work like that
If it do we should get a check
Some rappers work like that and them niggas be gettin checks
Im interjectin
I hope they feel disrespected
I saw they veered and i rather my cable be disconnected
(I'm! Ah!)
Heartdrive to the game im savin
Whole life been hard like pavement
Tryin to be 24 years old with a less talk and a nice house no paymets
Tryin to be the on thats on that touch your soul if there ain't nothin on your playlist
Tryin to win in this game dont hate the player homie you Skip Bayless
In this game they said it was hard to blow but homie you sure as don't [bad word] with no record deal
I [bad word] as the florist man
Not too many know morris, man
Not too many know morris
Those that do know here be him and say that he needs a grave and a florist, [bad word] 
(V2)
Yeah
Uh
Eh-Look
God been doin surgery on me no anesthesia though
Feelin every little thing but pain is what we need to grow
So
I know that he stitch me back, a [bad word] might be breathin slow
But I never be frontin for any type of reason though
Thats why new money go so well with a old soul
Won't splurgin and impressin other niggas old hoes
Or changin up like niggas used to try their freshman year
New oppurtunity's, won't never feel old hoes brah
You still who you was
Money won't change that there
Some of the lamest niggas that i met was millionares
Thinking they could buy heart nobody real in here
Really Whats worse is you believe em theres no feelings here
So i packed up all my things, my notebook, a [bad word] Moved up to a king like mind state left all my doubts in my storage
Homie
Not too many know morris,(x2)
Those that do know here be him and say that he needs a grave and a florist [bad word] 
(V3)
I mean I, never Wanna be one of those artists feelin empty buyin a chain to flaunt it
Tellin It can change the world im thinkin about adding diamonds on it
Even though I feel rewarded
I know that I can't afford it
Dont change the fact that I bought it
Dont pay my taxes they audit
Though
Now whats important, is only what gets imported
Used reveal my memories touch my soul I record it
How I get to point I became what i would despise
Hearin the voice in the back of my mind
I dont be tryin to ignore it
But that money, that fame, that dream, made the voice of god so distorted
Harder to hear my purpose with that mercialago horses
Right next to me plus the porches
These women beautiful, gorgeous
They hotter than flamin torches
Im trying my best I promise [bad word] with all these forces
Life lesson and touchers
Wanna graduate from my past but almost too scared of new courses
Not too many know morris(x2)
Those that do know here be him and say that he needs a grave and a florist [bad word] 
(Outro)
If my favorite artist asked me;
What you want a car or house
Hold that!
Just give me the inspiration you had starting out
Cuz all my favorites losing it
I wonder what thats all about
Hoping that the paper you touch souls, thats Worth more than all your accounts
And thats real, yeah and that real
My [bad word] Thats real
For real
Some of the music that you made help us wash away the pain
And thats real