What a Year It’s Been Injury Reserve

[Verse 1: Stepa J. Groggs]
What a year it's been, a lot of ups and downs
Keep fallin' off the wagon, but never hit the ground
Or should I say the bottom? That's a place I'll never go
Was drinkin' hella heavy, had no self-control
Started doubtin' myself, had no motivation
Liquor and depression is a bad combination
Ain't doin' enough, just doin' the most
Tasted some success, then I put that shit in coast
Never comin' around, my ass was always ghost
Not realizin' I hurt the ones I loved the most
Refuse to fuck this up when our dream is too close
Had to grow up and put my pride behind
Got out of my funk, and now I feel alive
Writin' verses with a smile while my daughter's by my side, like
Look mama, I made that
Look mama, I made that
"The boy is a star," soon enough you can say that

[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T]
The boy came too far for me to just pick up and lay back
Since way, way, way back, I been on playback
And P be blendin' shit like Beethoven and Ajax
Since Ye met A-Trak, Rozay got his first Maybach
Been told that I been chasin' a dream, even with paychecks
Even if my rent's paid for, even if I pay state tax
Even if it took me all across the world and way, way back
Grandpa call it chasin' a dream and I can't take that