[Intro]
Alright, this the one though...
Ugh...
Yeah...
[Verse 1]
I done came a mighty long way
But time flys, so it's feeling like a long day
I wrote first flow, when I was in the 10th grade
I came out the gate, on point like a switch blade
I remember kicking flows in the hallway
At Reseda high, getting Ooh's and Aah's all day
I guess since I used to draw as a child
I never had a problem with drawing a crowd
But look, I'm just tryna make my Ma and them proud
I had to learn from mistakes cause my Pa waddnt around
Like some dogs turn snake, when that cake is at stake
And foul play will exist, with chicks out for the chips
So it's as simple as this, pay attention to sh**
Seeing it coming's half way to preventing the sh**
To be honest I don't feel competition exist
Cuz besides some Pac sh**, what's realer than this?
[Hook]
I put my heart into my music, (music)
They say im caught up in illusion, (illusions)
Some say it's looking like I'm losing, (losing)
But baby I was born to do this (do this)
And I know I'm on some new sh**
But just watch how I do this
I won't stop, I'm refusing
So please stop with the snoozin'
And don't confuse my dream with an illusion
[Verse 2]
Its funny how people doubt you, because they doubt themselves
They failed, so they figure that you will as well
These n***as fake as hell...
Man they rather see you sleeping with the whales, then to see you doing well
But I'm tryna see my boat sail, cuz being broke's hell
They throwing salt, but I'm no sail
And Rahim is a king, so I gotta hail
I'm money driven, so they pray I leave a paper trail
But nah, Best believe I see ya scheme
And the only way that you'll succeed, (ugh) is in your wildest dreams
(Why) Cause you getting cropped out the gallery
Misery enjoys company, but lacks hospitality
So they don't wanna see me win unless they can tag along
I'm finna ball out, watch me get my madden on
Cuz I'm a warrior, fighting for my dreams
So I'm sorta like a Spartan, mixed with Martin Luther King
Mean...
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I never listened to what my momma was telling me...
Until the day I caught a felony
They labeled me a failure, but ain't no fail in me
sh**, that was just a part of my destiny
I had to hit my head to learn, cuz the words I Ignored
And crime still be calling but I just hit ignore
Cuz December 4, will be my last day on probation
Fighting temptation, in my brains train station
But im back on track, so it's no back tracking
I threw the deuces to that bull, then I sent it packing
You can't wait around for sh**, you gotta make it happen
God gave me a gift, I'm finna take advantage
Gift rap flo, I'm gifted with the rappin'
But the percent of me winning often triggers laughter
But ima make it happen...
So watch how the critics get to clappin'
When I'm finished with this chapter
[Hook]
...[End]