[Intro: The Weeknd]
Thinkin' 'bout it
Girl you're thinkin' 'bout it
What we got here
How we f**in' got here
They recognize
They just recognize
I'm in a life without a home so this recognitions not enough
I don't care about nobody else
Cause I've been on these streets way too long, too long, too long
Baby I've been on this too long
[Verse 1: Jabbar Hakeem]
I've never thought that I would be grinding to be a rapper
I'd never thought the people around me would be a factor
sh**, before I had a job, I was cool with a trapper
I was young and gettin' money, my future ain't really matter
But that's when you know you living backwards
The paper I was seein', it was like I never had it
sh** was tragic, I was broke, I had to go for it
Cause with no drive, well there ain't nothing to show for it
And now...
[Interlude: Jabbar Hakeem]
I've been working so damn hard lately
I'm just trying to tell my n***as to grind
So when I come back to get y'all, like
n***a, y'all already got a motive going on and sh**, like...
[Verse 2: Jabbar Hakeem]
And sh**, I thought that ball was life
But I ain't had no discipline
I did a lot of talk and I had a problem with listening
I thought I knew it all, but I didn't know enough
And I was feeling like, f** it
sh**, I'm the best, they know what's up
No, I did what I was doing en route to becoming troit
And grew up in a home with a marijuana influence
When you see your brother trap, then it make you wanna pursue it
Cause I ain't had no paper and being broke was a nuisance
So I got a pack, No I ain't no copy cat
Smoking like a train because I'm not a hypochondriac
Had to get that paper on the hunt, like where them dollars at
Cause when them women notice that you winnin', then they holla back
f** it, I was lovin' it, living life fast money coming in
The second I would get it, I spend it, it ain't no budget
This is how I came up, young and I couldn't help it
And only worry bout myself, it ain't no question
Am I selfish, but I'm...
[Interlude: Jabbar Hakeem]
My mission is to get out the hood, get out the house
Start building our own lives and sh**
Like, I just want my n***as to see that, feel me?
Like yeah, yeah
[Verse 3: Jabbar Hakeem]
I'm hardly ever home it's no wonder my mother callin'
I told her I won't answer until it's that money callin'
Not no drug money, yeah, I'm talking rap money
Hate me now cause when I make it, you won't get a stack from me
I done figured out I got a talent for this music
And all my family doubtin' me like what the hell you doing
You focused on this rap, you should be focused on your schooling
I'll tell 'em I'm a make it, see, this is the life that I'm choosing
Ain't no Mission Impossible in rap, I'm Tom Cruisin'
Except I ain't a k**er, I was never in a shootin'
Nowadays, when you hot, you gotta watch who you cool with
n***a's askin' to light it before they ask how I'm doin'
And it's crazy what the weed do
No I can't believe it
But then I think "R.E.D. Remember, Everyone's Deceiving"
And Mama, it's hard, no I can't see you hurt no more
I'm tryna do this sh** so you ain't gotta work no more
[Outro: Jabbar Hakeem]
I know this sh** is gonna pop off
I know I got the talent for this music
People telling me you shouldn't do this, you shouldn't do that
Listen man
I'm living with the decisions I make until I prove everybody wrong
That just how I'm a get it