Genius Freestyle 023

Time after time I ask myself, “Who do I do it for?”
It’s for the doctor that woke me when I was stillborn
For all my city niggas, I hope that they feel more
I’m still signed to Sick Wid It, pray that they don’t find a cure
Conversations with 40, not talking OVO
I freestyled for Yeezy, I swear I spit my soul
My son say a full sentence, baby boy grown
He in a handfull of niggas that I’ma move for
I pray to God he move the mountain and I start shouting
Praise dancing, my prayers answered, I took chances
Remained solid, I didn’t fumble, I’m still standing
I will never sell my soul, they could never brand me
I’m in this shit, I’m writing hits until I win a Grammy
Wonder who I move for, I’m pointing at my family
Schemes turn dreams, now dreams are reality
And can’t nobody challenge me, I know the angels proud of me
Say that