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[Verse]
Uh
I seen it all before
Made mistakes and been through the pain
But couldn't endure no more
Been in the sun, been in the rain
Don't want it to pour no more
I'm taking a trip down memory lane
So you can explore some more
A bit of a sinner, but feel like a saint
They thought it was simple, but really it ain't
I just had a hell of a life
My foot on the gas, ain't touching the brakes
I'm pushing the pedal for life
I really lost friends in the streets
Couldn't catch wind in the heat
Knew that I would make it this far
They ain't really get here to see it
They living through me
I might look down, but my spirit is high
Locked in like a felon, but never been
Shit real, I just give you a vibe
Dropped once and been prevalent ever since
Clear skies, all my niggas is fly
Birds flock, but the feathers ain't delicate
Aim up for the stars aligned
And take yours, I was never with settling
Huh
It's a fact I been focused
I sat in the front, but they tried to put me in the back like I'm Rosa
Oh, that's what they want?
Been had drive and never asked for a chauffeur
And I had to put my pride to the side like a strap in a holster
When they tried to count me out
I was cool, calm, relaxed my composure
They see how I'm blacking now, countin' cheese
I set traps up for rodents
And I took a loss but I came back, more practice, I know shit
The radiators was broke
We had mice, had roaches
And my mother had to work shifts
Hallways full of piss
It's like growing up in the trenches
Certain kids around went missing
Ain't no family-orientated dinners
Couldn't step outside, no permission
Living check to check to pay rent
To avoid notes of eviction
Where the cops come and knock doors
On his third strike, got a sentence
And my uncle keep getting high
I got new shit, he would steal it
I was young then, fuck forgiveness
Couldn't see the cycle, had to switch it
Set a blueprint to make a difference
Now I'm on point like syringes
But hold on
Before you get the shit all wrong
My mother raised me up and my pops came
And we started to go along
He showed me the things that I couldn't see in the hood
I started to want more
And bought you the mob, CYN, it's eight of us
Like playing a four on four
I ain't want a job, I became a CEO
Put that on my scoreboard
Couple niggas mad, know they wanna see me broke
Oh, your little poor heart
I jumped in the bag and went into beast mode
And been tryna warn y'all
When times was cold and felt like a ski slope
I started to warm up
I'm coming for all y'all niggas, what?