| I’m tryna be the best dad that I can, I really hope my understand that I am
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| tryna set a really a good example of man that can handle the fam while
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| advancing his plans
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| In a game full of venomous snakes, opportunists, and degenerate fakes,
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| for years I been busting ass plus up in cash banging on the fucking glass when
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| will it break
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| I know the struggle strengthens and you can’t rise up if you’re not pulled
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| under, see I’ll never lose hunger, but I can’t help but wonder
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| Yeah, I made it further than they ever thought, but I’m still not living the
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| life I wanna live yet, and it’s not because it’s never soft
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| I work hard, I feel like I deserve better, when will life hand me the 23rd
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| letter?
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| Take shots bustin' like Berrettas, brakes got up King like Corretta,
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| heavy is the head that wears the crown, many want me dead they wanna tear me
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| down but they treat me like royalty when they’re around, unfortunately loyalty
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| is rarely found
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| I’m a king in my own right, and I spring from the low life stream when there’s
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| no light, thought my talent is supreme that I adamantly bring I haven’t got the
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| cream I can hold tight
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| Satan wants me to sell him my soul, in exchange for the fame I keep telling him
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| no, he said I might as well get the dough, I got a hell of a flow,
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| but I’m incomplete like Bell and DeVoe
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| He said he’ll give me the fortune and fame I deserve from over the course of
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| the game, I will over take like the sorcerer Strange but then in the end I’ll
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| forced into flames
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| Fuck that I’mma earn it in on my own I don’t need handouts man this my shit
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| I’m looking forward to the day I can walk into work and then be like, «Bitch I quit», I don’t need this job no more I can provide for my family with
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| my music, I think back about the question when I would lose it? |