[verse 1:Young Don]
Reminded-of all the sh** that I use to go through
It wasn't nothing bad, times was better in the old school
I go through, trials and tribulations, yea you suppose to
Fix up all the troubles now I got me some pro tools
Momma told me grow up and be what I want
Just don't get too greedy,showing off, go and flaunt
n***as start to envy because they think That I like to taunt
But that's not the case, all my dreams facing to the front
I like to be chilled but you know my weed loud
Ima write that in my will, looking down from the clouds
Graduated from school just to make my momma proud
And I'm glad I'm not a fool, would've been on locked down, by now
The streets can't hold me
Them sh**s is full of phonies
The same n***as shooting are the ones you called ya homies
Why they tried to k** a n***a,conscious that they know me
I guess they see me getting bigger, I'm just tryna proceed
Prestige, defeat, stand tall on my feet
The opposition in my vision
Not to many know my mission
Hungry cat searching for the fishes
Afraid to dive in water so he's always building bridges