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I only do for this for my mom I Know she betting on me

She say just keep being you I know You get it From me

I know she got problems too but She still Checking on me

She knew my worth before I ever Started Getting money

Yeah I been getting money

Shit, lemme brag a bit

I been in my bag a bit

Prayed and he answered it

Even fell in love again

I been feeling happiness

But some man just can't handle it

They really try dismantle it

The anger I just channel it

Make a couple bangers quick

Me, I Put my heart in it

Them niggas still chatting shit

Climbed out of the bucket

And they tried to drag me back in It

I Just turned 23 so why they want Me on my savage shit

Me, I'm making paper plans

Cah the ends will break a man

Losing niggas that went to my School motivates a man

Being on the road was never cool

No I ain't a fan

Tell the truth, it taught me lessons No one could, it made a man

Conversations with Robin we Chopped it up a bit

No weed, no liquor, sister and Brother shit

Spoke about the city and how it Ain't got much love in it

And if we supported eachother we Could be on top with it

Spoke about the year every topic On your Timeline

And how we never seen anything Like this in our lifetime

Man, it's fucked still

Feeling like it's not real

Mummy told me meditate

Doctor tell me pop pills

Hit em with the slow flow

I mastered all that skippy shit

Back then had no dough

Couldn't throw no hissy fit

Had to get my own bro

Ain't nobody give me this

Fell out with my own bro

Guess he didn't fit the pic

Thank the lord that I don't need No Validation

I tried to bring em' with me like it Was my job to save em'

Focused on my future, them niggas Was busy Raven

There's virtue in the impatience

I learnt to be cool with waiting

I know, about the come up Working till the sun up

Remember going jehlani's

With the brick for the top up

I remember the first time they Almost got me

I knew someone out there loves Me only My jacket got cut up

(Someone praying for me)

And I don't look a gift horse in the Mouth

Niggas don't get back up when They slipping In the south so, yeah

Call that luck or coincidence

It's a blessing either way, I could be Dead or Or in prison, when it's my Time

Hope I see and all my niggas dem

Sometimes I get depressed cos I Dunno if I will again

The good die young and were just Left with the wicked men

But I can not judge another cos That makes me no different then

And they say times heals, I beg to Differ bro

But I find peace in fucking bitches And this liquor though

Yeah I'm a sinner, tell me Something that I didn't know

I don't trust a soul, I'm careful Which ones I Let in my home