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You know I couldn't end this without givin' y'all a little bit of my life, you know what I'm sayin'?
It might not be in chronological order, but shit real
Feel this? Look
cnd I was born 1987, June 18th
Pops ain't stick around, but mama told him that they made me
Cryin', askin' questions like, "Mama, why Daddy hate me?"
He pick up all his other kids, but he don't ever take me
I never understood, but that's the shit that helped him make me
My brother tried to fill the void and did his best to raise me
I never understood how a man could walk away from his creation
Till I procreated with a woman that was full of hatred, mama
I ain't victim-blamin', but that situation changed me
Drove me to the street and I'ma damn near drive you crazy
Prayin' you ain't famish, so my life is on the pavement
I know your prayers saved me, God's grace is so amazin'
Beggin' me to get a job, mama, you ain't understand
Your son had a plan and one day I'm gon' be the man
I been to Europe and Japan, Sweden and Berlin
Me and Trent toured csia, converted dollars to yen
Been rappin' since 2010, they ain't wanna let me in
Work hard and I deserve it, in alignment with my purpose
Dropped fifteen tapes and I ain't even scratched the surface
Life and death is in the tongue, so I speak life in all my verses
I'm the one to break the curses, but they label me the worstest
Breakin' poverty cycles instead of chasin' the wealth
These n***as got their hand out, ain't tryna help they self
My son mama takin' shots, tryna hit below the belt
Only let my son call me when she wanna ask for help
Too much pride to grab the phone and call and ask for it herself
I ain't seen Sargent in some months, I'm ashamed, I ain't proud
FaceTime him all the time, he never without a smile
csk me, "Daddy, when you comin'? I ain't seen you in a while"
Brought tears to my eyes, hung up the phone and almost cried
Wasn't nothin' but mistakes, so I got this rich on purpose
Over time, high up and workin', gotta take care of the fam
I'm droppin' the phone, I'm droppin' the phone, I'm droppin' the phone
Droppin' so much music now that DSPs think it's spam
Monetizin' off my gifts, I'm flippin' words like they grams
Salute to David Lutty, Charlotte Bowman, Constantine
Some of the first to ever believe that I can really achieve my dreams
I can't lie, reminisce when me and Lutty was a team
Before Tune caught his charge and did an eight-year stretch
We could've did some things different, we'll live with regret
I couldn't let this tape end without gettin' this off my chest
Now I can rest
I can be the pendulum that strikes your chair for the first time