(Verse)Nowadays I want women that aren’t mineAnd a woman that would leave her man for meIs hard to findNo matter what the issue isI just want their issue to stopBut if I screw their issue upShe gonna need a tissue boxHeart breaker, home wreakerA.K.A a lonely rapper who don’t know betterLoving brother, dependent sonIt seems I have obtained everything greatExcept for loveAnd you just keep thinking don’t youMe with a heart, Oh don’t even start,Oh boy that’s old newsTry to take a walk in these cold shoesYou wouldn’t last an hourYou won’t moveEverything happens for a reasonAnd I find that so trueKandra,Erica,Ashley don’t let me get to the sishFilling a table dreadfulEvery time I name jump and get the match in the chestJust let me do it anyway will it hurt to the strangersWill it help me look the way, like a personal trainerDon’t give up too soon’Cause these fans are my youtubeAnd used to miss meLife is hard ,money makes it harderMister Chao ,Aben Arthur’sAnother night where Jason paisAnd then I feel this guiltinessI wanna take awayWhen he’s pullin’ out that silver carI wanna make a difference and I chose my heartHelpless in the moment and I’m all hurt nowI just saw it in the future where it all worked outI wish I could pay for every bill we seeI wanna help a mom just bring in out the real meThis girl she texted me, and she said that sheFeels guilty about our night outShe had a man for a yearI gonna stand she ain’t hereBut if I try I could probably knock the lights outI miss family, I miss mom and dadI miss my house, and my old streetHate boyfriends, I hate being brokeI hate people just frontin’ like they know meWell voice feels hoarseFrom the club last nightEmpire state of mind came upGod damn I had tears in my eyesI told Jay he saved my lifeHe used laced and I don’t think he heardBut I can wait until we all richWe we make it, we’ll see hatersThen we’ll flip the bird like wassupOne hour flight, ten hours bus rideLooking at the window its a cityGod damn this is Ny,wassupBright lights, nice girls,Big towers , nice streets,wassupNo money,no girl, no smell, no fam,no billsLike wassupAnd I need to make a dollar out of dreamSo for the game you know I’m practicingMoney doesn’t buy you a smile under your faceBut it will get you crazy happinessKeep running young manThe world is yoursYou’re a threat broReady set goReady set goReady set goIt’s what you’re here to doReady set goKeep running young manIt’s what you’re here to doReady set go(Outro)I already did itAnd they already knowThey gave me the rightsI gave them a showReady set goReady set goI’m gonna run