| Alive and well
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| Back then my priority was to save myself
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| Knew I had to get my head straight for I went all out to go chase the wealth
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| always seein' through it
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| 3 am when we would get into it
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| Mama cried like every night I didn’t mean to do it
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| She just wanna know what I’m doin' but I don’t tell her though
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| Whenever I tried explainin’s like she seen a ghost
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| That’s why don’t say nothin' keepin' my eyes low just like they hoped
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| Since high school it was me and C
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| Listenin' motivation tapes while we on the way to get somethin' to eat
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| Tryin' to drown this anxiety
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| Questionin' these old views lookin' at the man like who the fuck are you
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| Fuck up out my way I ain’t got shit to lose
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| Mo’fucka I got shit to prove
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| Remember walkin' in New York on my birthday
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| Moms was still tryna get me to live her way
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| Strollin' round time square feelin' boxed in with my soul drained
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| Tired of fightin' they fears ain’t gon' carry no more dead weight
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| Wrote two verses on the plane back home on some lonesome shit
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| Sent the demo to Kora, she gave a hook, then we dropped that shit
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| Somehow in the first week it hit 20k
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| Universe by my side now I could finally show mom some change
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| Tensions high like everyday
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| But a lil' blue peekin' through the grey just validated the way we movin'
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| Wasn’t tryna still be student
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| Demons on me them shits be ruthless
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| Think I gave my two sense about ten times
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| Slowly shiftin' they paradigm
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| I been adjusted to the fuckin' fights
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| February 2017 was the second time I tried to drop out
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| The first time I was 17 and I choked up and I tapped out
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| Okay but now it’s fuck the past I’ma get it right no fucks given
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| Tears shed every single day holdin' my position
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| Family my opposition
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| Even grandma begged me to listen
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| They just hung up on old tradition
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| I won’t pay attention let alone tuition
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| Need to get it this fuckin' instance
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| Always claimin' that I’m delusional
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| Is what it is I’m not froze I’m blessed
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| On house arrest 'till I need to leave then I’m gettin' faded
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| Just to ease the stress I don’t feel enough
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| Woke up faded always down too much
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| Friends got they own niche need a goodnight that’s when we all get in touch
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| Fuck around and then it’s back to business
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| Need my balance but they don’t get it
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| Lookin' at me like I’m pathetic
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| That shit she talk I’m not interested
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| I’m interjectin' tryna cut a deal
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| Gimme two fuckin' years to show that this shit is real
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| I’ma go and make what you make off the music and then see how you feel
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| Took a second
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| Said you only got two years to go make it happen
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| May 2019 if you ain’t made it then you gotta quit the rappin'
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| Finally they done quit the yappin'
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| Finally I can get to actions
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| Prayin' this whole fuckin' mess gon' work out and be worth the damage |