I’ve been fighting my whole life, it don’t play fair
Momma working 2 jobs just to stay here
Pops is working overtime staying late yeah
All i need is a kick add a bass snare
X2
I’ve been fighting tryna get rich before i kick a bucket
Reminisce on hoop dreams i could get bucket
I’ve been plotting hoping that would be my way out
But i was sicker with this music need the Robitussin

Chasing bands ain’t no percussion
Do this for my brother, my sister, and all my cousins
My Mom and my pops i got em i can feel it in my stomach (woo)

I’ve been getting big lit
I been full throttle
Oh He can really spit spit
My city yeah i got ‘em

Most these niggas look at selling substance as a ticket out
I was looking up to most you niggas for a minute now
They was getting money me i had to go a different route
I was on a different block hit pivots life is different now

Spitting different lyrics up on stages they can feel it now
I Knew it was a phase i prayed about it they can feel it now
Most those people sleeping on me paying close attention now
And now i got it figured out
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