Текст песни
When I'm up, don't come round again
You ain't wan' support the kid
Don't talk about how you used to know Duffy
You ain't support the kid
And it don't cost a cent to show love
It costs a lot to post up
I had to change my surroundings before connecting with plugs
I got so deep in the game, I switched to connect all the plugs
Thrill of the game oversaturated like Pablo, what's up
Escape bar pressed so fast before the feds got the rug
I used to deal with some frats, until they threw dude under rug
Can't be my life anymore, ratio plenty to none
Of niggas trapped in the trap for trapping, the game's never done
I had to stop all that partying, ratio seven to one
I had to clear up the conscience, it's either heaven or none
I started rapping that real to heal all the ones feeling numb
For some time I made drill music cause that's blowing up
That shit divided me in ways you can't explain to a nun
My flow was tighter than virgins, and then I hotboxed up my lungs
Can't rap the same anymore, but I'm still one of them ones
My first song they said West, my second song they said Cole
Third song they said Drake, found myself swerving the road
Young niggas carried the drac, they're kicking down all the doors
I prayed to God every day, Jesus paved me a new road
I had to cut out the snakes, up out the grass where we roam
That shit still hits home today, even when we're out in Rome
I had nights where the crowd was empty, still spit like it's full
Only me in the room, still feel like I'm selling out shows
Practicing speeches to mirrors, before the plaques and the gold
Learning to clap for myself, 'fore the world ever chose
I had to push my own pen, nobody was watching
Keep faith in my craft, when the streams wasn't popping
No label in my corner, just a notebook and logic
Every verse was a brick, but I was building the project
I gave my heart to this music, got paid in lessons and scars
And I thank God every day, for the weight on my heart
Cause the pressure makes diamonds, but it breaks a lot more