Yeah

Back in 2015 yeah that's a few years back

I'm talking way way back

Before the rhymes and my lines would come together over time

From the trauma and the drama

Been hoping for the best thinking I could change all that

Just getting out of school going through a lot of moods

Dating all these women

Wasting time wasn't really cool

Choosing my own path

Decide to be my own man

In a world filled with fake niggas can't even condone in

Back in 2015 the year I graduated

Tryna keep my head held high but I was lacking patience

Same year I lost my niece and I know she in them heavens

That was 8 years back and right now she'll be 11 uh

Fatally traumatized and filled with aggression

Laying all my feelings out on the mic during sessions

Heart is heavy with my feelings I been doing all expressions

I just gotta ask God a couple questions

I done I done came a long way since I started from the bottom

I been thinking bout my days only I can problem solve them

God done put me here knowing I'm a soldier

And even when a soldier know the Devil tryna fold you

Life is like a game and I'm grabbing all controllers

I've been going through the trauma hate the drama ain't gonna hold you

I done lost a lot of friends could give a fuck about the closure

Cause I'm all about the money

Getting money like I'm supposed to

Yeah

All this trauma had my vision like a sequence

Almost like living in a world I can't believe in

I done held it down and kept it real

These bitches be deceiving

I been doing all this sinning

Fucking bitches every weekend

Uh

Going through the drama tryna keep it sane

Wear my heart on my sleeve so my feelings rearrange

I been tryna love but my feelings really ain't the same

And now my heart gone so I'm speaking feelings from the brain

Yeah

I'm on the road again

Oh no, here we go again

I'm speeding through some roads again

I'm keeping money rolling in

Feelings feeling strange

That's why they feeling really slow again

Turning all these pages while my lyrics keep on flowing in uh

I wake and bake with the money on my mind

I been thinking bout them commas for a minute

I pray to God each and every day before I get it yeah

Get rich or die trying

That's how I'm living thats how I'm living yeah

I been I been caught up in my ways

I been tryna change the opposition

Can't believe them niggas think that I could be in competition

First of all you know I'm on the mission, yeah

I know these n- ain't with it

Aye

I'm just a different breed, these niggas ain't seeing me

My flows going crazy, going extra do a hundred 3s

Lines crazy, bars wavy

Are you shitting me

Can't even trust these niggas even if they kin to me

Oh lord

Now that's the ending of the ending

I'm tryna start a new beginning

And I ain't finished with it no

I been tired of the trauma

Been tryna change all the drama

I been praying for them commas