[Sway Intro]
[Verse 1]
Did Sway in the Morning, back in the hood by the evening
Even when I met Steven had pistols under the seating
Y'all do it for fame, I do it for different reasons
Cause either Imma rap or continue risking my freedom
Was in and out of labels, living with family like Richie and Aunt Rachel
Though family matters, even some of them are hateful
Had me whipping white like Rayful, cause Nggs love to brag about how they made you
That's the type of shxt that age you, and everybody asking me bout Timbaland
He was a gentleman, though his staff tried to play me like I'm a simpleton
I came from the slums, but I never been a indigent
Now new n***as can't come round gotta get penciled in
Worth 6 figures n***a come up off a incidents
So I'm never flashy, seen too many backseats
Though I'm still the same chick just I'm Tryna exsponge he the rap sheetp
Go legit now, put the bricks down, clean piss now
Had c**aine on my stove in pickle jars
As far as starting from the bottom I saw different odd
So the least of my worries is who I'm pissing off
My lil cousin doing 20 they just shipped em off
So it's literally and honor that I could spit to y'all
Thinking that I lucked up
Y'all n***as really got me f**ed up
[Hook]
I hear em saying that I lucked up
But y'all negus really got me f**ed up
Saw what I want had to take it
I been a boss in the making/ f** all the the ones that was hating
No one game me Nathan
So I do not owe explanations
Be happy you witnessing greatness Crown
[Verse 2]
Whoa whoa/ kemosabie
I remember in o6 it was a hobbie/
Now I gotta stop for pictures in the lobby/ I remember picturing ducking prison with the shotty
f** an illuminati/ I'm smart ast a cum laude
I move godly/ everything that I exude godly
I don't owe it to Steve and I don't owe it to Russell
I don't own it to Yankee/ bxtch I owe it to my hustle
They was living in a bubble I was living in the struggle
The transition was subtle/ the grams had me befuddled
Mama was smoking crack/ her drug use had me puzzle
Addiction make it feel like they don't love
In addition daddy missing out his temple to the muzzle
I kinda took it as a f** you/
Imagine having no one but you
Not tell me who The f** I owe my luck to
When from living with caseworkers
Can't the rent to meeting with Vince Herbert
At his expense/ from selling weed
To talks with la ried pockets thick as Della Reese
What the f** you telling me/ god keep on blessing me
Doubting nggs stressing me/ blame it on the jealously
Industry / looking at me s**ually
But you thinking that I lucked up/ y'all n***as really got it f**ed up
[Hook]
I hear em saying that I lucked up
But y'all negus really got me f**ed up
Saw what I want had to take it
I been a boss in the making/ f** all the the ones that was hating
No one game me Nathan
So I do not owe explanations
Be happy you witnessing greatness Crown