| The youngest in it but the man in da house
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| I remember doin' bad, bro
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| Bad was the culture
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| In high school I roll 'round with a head full of doubts
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| Thinkin' there’s no way I’m makin' it out
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| Shit, now I’m doin' big advance, bringin' fans and shit out
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| If the businnes ain’t cool than we finish it out
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| Used to slurge, now I’m stackin', tryin' to manage accounts
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| Doin' what I love, what I went thru ain’t that damaging now
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| Only spend 'cause I never could, was used to a drought
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| Free all my dogs in the pen, don’t get used to the pound
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| Niggas was born guilty, ain’t no use for a trial
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| Niggas used to deal the drugs but they usin' them now
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| What you know about a check and you talk 'cause you can’t breathe
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| What you know about a tube in your nose 'cause you can’t eat
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| Doc told me I coldn’t walk, that was hard to receive
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| My only goal was playin' ball, that made it harder to dream
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| Feel like the higher that I go, the harder it get
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| But the more shoot my shot the harder to miss
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| Woke up from my coma in a bed full of piss
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| Look down at my stomach, seen scars, back full of shit
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| Hole in my throat, mouth dry, I would beg for a sip
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| For anything that was 'round, Pops would sneak me a drip
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| Moms would visit all the time, lean over and kiss
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| She kissed my skin but my hit, she ain’t knowin' it
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| Turn away from me and cryin' think I ain’t notice
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| All this pain she was feelin' inside, was keepin' me focused
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| On my dreams, my businnes and vision, bank account growin'
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| And sat up to countin' up, this high kinda of emotions
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| Keep my foot up on the padal, no time for chillin' and coastin'
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| On my way to the top, I hear it’s lonely where I’m goin'
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| Now I’m lookin' out my window, watchin' all this rain
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| Got me thinking 'bout my pain, wish I could watch it away
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| It just turnt 2017, I cried yesterday
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| In my mama arms like somebody died yesterday
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| See, it’s hard sometimes to be the one to stand up
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| When you can’t stand up, but I still manned
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| Admittin' my depression 'cause I’m never too tough
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| Like this fake ass rappers, they just act too much
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| Remedy gon' be himself, that’s one thing that’s for sure
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| My frown turnt into a smile when my brother opened his door
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| All I needed was my family
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| All I needed was my family
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| All I needed was my family
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| That’s the only thing that keep me happy
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| Uooo-Uooo
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| All I needed was my family
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| Yeah
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| 'Cause they the only people that’ll keep a nigga happy |