| This the realest shit I ever wrote | 
| Ever spoke into existence | 
| I be letting go of all the burdens I was holding that’s a heavy load | 
| Ain’t no walking into heaven with a heavy soul | 
| Heaven knows that I’ve been waiting on a second plate | 
| And every blessing meant for me was not a minute late | 
| Every call that I would miss was left for you to make | 
| Now we can’t talk when I miss you, I don’t know who to blame | 
| Ain’t no happy tomorrows, I feel like novocaine | 
| Circulating my body like this was all in vein | 
| We were supposed to be Roc-A-Fella like Jay and Dame | 
| We were supposed to be robe life on a summers day | 
| I was supposed to be with you, brotha, through thick and thin | 
| Somewhere up in the hills splittin' them dividends | 
| Bussin' bands out the budget tippin' on strippers friends | 
| Life taught tell me ain’t nothing pretty when winners sin | 
| Say you’re destined for greatness if you just settle in | 
| And settle down | 
| You’ve been a king | 
| Without a crown | 
| I used to want enough money so I don’t know nobody | 
| Now I got me some money, feel I don’t know no body | 
| Now they asking favours that I don’t owe nobody | 
| I need strength, I see them fold like Origami | 
| Plenty women and alcohol in the hotel lobby | 
| Plenty niggas that claim they with us but we know they copy | 
| Thought that shit’d be different when the bag straight | 
| Thought we celebrating like my last days | 
| I used to write in my room hoping that Pac would feel me | 
| Now I write every bar hoping that Harry hear me | 
| I’m tryna get in my zone, I don’t need no one near me | 
| No one near me, no competition, it’s caught eye fearing | 
| No competition but those before me I gave importance | 
| I might need a double album if I tell my story | 
| Tell my momma I love her more with every day | 
| It’s hard now but when I get it we go celebrate | 
| Said my sister «aye thank you» | 
| I know she had my back through everything so when I did it Imma give it back | 
| Tell my brother I got you after my second plaque | 
| Tell my niggas I love em and pray they never lack | 
| And nothing promised, ain’t nothing promised, remember that | 
| Used to writing my truth, I can’t hold nothing back |