Errbody tryna be Rick Ross.
Errbody tryna get throw'd off.
Errbody tryna blow haze.
Errbody wanna get on Nickay.

But nobody wants to be themselves.
We listen way too much to the negative portrayals that surround us.
We think selling our souls is speaking to the devil.
Selling your soul is a forfeit in all that you are.
Who you truly are resides in the vastness of uniting yourself with everything around you.
Knowing yourself is knowing you have no limits.
You have a choice wether to be a product of your environment, or a product of your own imagination.
Your dreams mean much more than what you see in everyday life.
This shit ain't real.
All this trivial bullshit ain't real. Its only real to the people that choose that life.