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Ain't been talking to my dad, where he at?

Only one that had my back was the pack

I've been getting to the racks that's a stack

Can't nobody feel my pain and that's a fact

I was down bad now I ain't looking back

Them demons double-teaming, why they gotta trap?

And I be in my head, I just need to relax

I miss the old me, but he ain't coming back

I'ma be fine, ain't no rewinds

I'ma take a risk, you can't get it when you die

I be living life like I don't get second try

Ain't talk to my dad in a minute, but it's fine

I be feeling down, but I tell people I'm alright

I knew I was different, I was young, I was five

I'm tryna make a song, that'll change a nigga life

I'm tryna make a song, that'll change somebody's mind

I didn't really wanna change, but I had to

I ain't saying I was shitty or a bad dude

I was just a bum, I was in the back rooms

And now I'm tryna show my ass like a baboon

I'm just kidding, I'm just tryna fuckin' make it

Beat them demons to the end, they be racin'

I know God got my back, he ain't racist

I'ma run it up, they thought I wore Asics

Believe me, I'ma make it, but it's not easy

I'm leavin', all these problems, they got me steamin'

I'm grieving I killed the old me cause he deceiving

Yeah I dreaming, I just Woke up and now I cheesin'

I mean it, but all this bullshit it got me tweaking

I'm leaking, tears from my face It doesn't mean

I'm a weakling, I'm really trying to get it, I can see it

I'm reaching, I know God gon' help me be these demons

Ain't been talking to my dad, where he at?

Only one that had my back was the pack

I've been getting to the racks that's a stack

Can't nobody feel my pain and that's a fact

I was down bad now I ain't looking back

Them demons double-teaming, why they gotta trap?

And I be in my head, I just need to relax

I miss the old me, but he ain't coming back

I know they hate on me, but I just sit and laugh

I ain't smoke no pack no more, but I'm still layin' back

I'm tryna put this whole city on the map

Why the fuckI got your back, if you ain't got my back?

You think I'm Steve, how I'm workin' on my craft

Do this for God, I ain't do it for this or that

I love my son, and I know he love me back

I'm number one, you them numbers after that

I love my shawty like a crackhead, love his crack

I'm selling beats, you can hit me up for that

I'll just be flowing, how the fuck I get off track?

I was talking 'bout this

I was talking 'bout them

I was talking 'bout that