[Hook]
Everything I seen
It made me who I am
Seen it all in my life time
Trying to be a millionaire with one life line
Maybe I’ll just scream yall just don’t understand
So forgive me if I’m just too real
Coming from the heart, don’t care about how you feel
[Verse 1]
If I was a little bit taller
I would have been an NBA baller
On or the D League
Waiting on the call up
But cause of my moms, I was shorter
Now you nod off lines I thought up
Get high, get addicted, get caught up
All these CD bundles getting brought up
I was brought up to always have options
Get knocked down keep fighting like Hopkins
I went from hoop dreams, to having coup dreams
Then I was outside, getting that stoop cream
Just a young jock, getting block bread
A bad boy getting chicks drunk the Blockheads
55 for the 9 piece, went hard then got Unc to consign me
Now if you looking for me you can find me
In the jects the 8balls for 90
I was 19 supplying the whole town
That’s why my lyrics so profound
My pops used to tell me then just to slow down
Ain’t realize he was right but I know now
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I remember filling out FAFSA
Thinking bout the weed I was finna cop after
(Shit) That was when Vince was on the Raptors
When I retire, my hoodie should hang up from the rafters
Always kept a job, a nigga stayed hustling
Gotta pay your taxes, I was working construction
Even worked at a hospital for some months straight
Until the D’s locked me up on my lunch break
I got knocked with 100 grams
But I beat it before trial and went back with adjusted plans
Grew smarter, and hustled harder, had to (edited in song) looking like the Carter
Bought me a Benz, blue CL coup
Enjoy the fruits of my labor, my niggas all souped
All my friends got ends, but it came to an end
That drought hit hard no water was getting in
Tool got locked up for an attempt body
Then the feds came and got Gotti
Then they snatched Black on a separate conspiracy charge
It got crazy, they really tryna cripple the squad
First AD, then Jay got paralyzed
Both by homo ass cops who was letting they hammer fly
My dad’s mamma died, then he got cancer
My mom’s momma died, and I ain’t got answers
I don’t know how I’m supposed to make it through this
I don’t feel I’m making any progress with the music
Stress got me losing my head, I’m no Buddhist
I try to bare it all but I’m no nudist
They was just trying to give me my man 30
But I ain’t in the can and my hands just as dirty
I looked and asked god, why not me?
Why all my niggas locked up lord, why I’m free?
All this happening around me
Took it as a blessing and stopped stressing and that’s when I found me
I figured out that god had a plan
Gotta do this for the fam
So I’m working as hard as I can to win
And no man can say he never sinned
But every move I make from now come from a righteous place within
[Hook]
Everything I seen
It made me who I am
Seen it all in my life time
Trying to be a millionaire with one life line
Maybe I’ll just scream yall just don’t understand
So forgive me if I’m just too real
Coming from the heart, don’t care about how you feel
[Verse 1]
If I was a little bit taller
I would have been an NBA baller
On or the D League
Waiting on the call up
But cause of my moms, I was shorter
Now you nod off lines I thought up
Get high, get addicted, get caught up
All these CD bundles getting brought up
I was brought up to always have options
Get knocked down keep fighting like Hopkins
I went from hoop dreams, to having coup dreams
Then I was outside, getting that stoop cream
Just a young jock, getting block bread
A bad boy getting chicks drunk the Blockheads
55 for the 9 piece, went hard then got Unc to consign me
Now if you looking for me you can find me
In the jects the 8balls for 90
I was 19 supplying the whole town
That’s why my lyrics so profound
My pops used to tell me then just to slow down
Ain’t realize he was right but I know now
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I remember filling out FAFSA
Thinking bout the weed I was finna cop after
(Shit) That was when Vince was on the Raptors
When I retire, my hoodie should hang up from the rafters
Always kept a job, a nigga stayed hustling
Gotta pay your taxes, I was working construction
Even worked at a hospital for some months straight
Until the D’s locked me up on my lunch break
I got knocked with 100 grams
But I beat it before trial and went back with adjusted plans
Grew smarter, and hustled harder, had to (edited in song) looking like the Carter
Bought me a Benz, blue CL coup
Enjoy the fruits of my labor, my niggas all souped
All my friends got ends, but it came to an end
That drought hit hard no water was getting in
Tool got locked up for an attempt body
Then the feds came and got Gotti
Then they snatched Black on a separate conspiracy charge
It got crazy, they really tryna cripple the squad
First AD, then Jay got paralyzed
Both by homo ass cops who was letting they hammer fly
My dad’s mamma died, then he got cancer
My mom’s momma died, and I ain’t got answers
I don’t know how I’m supposed to make it through this
I don’t feel I’m making any progress with the music
Stress got me losing my head, I’m no Buddhist
I try to bare it all but I’m no nudist
They was just trying to give me my man 30
But I ain’t in the can and my hands just as dirty
I looked and asked god, why not me?
Why all my niggas locked up lord, why I’m free?
All this happening around me
Took it as a blessing and stopped stressing and that’s when I found me
I figured out that god had a plan
Gotta do this for the fam
So I’m working as hard as I can to win
And no man can say he never sinned
But every move I make from now come from a righteous place within
[Hook]
( PUSH! (BEAT) )
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