Now It Makes Sense

I ain't get it all back then but now it makes sense

I hit my credit limit grinding for the hours I spent

I said I trust you and I really meant it

And I ain't perfect, you can't fix the blemish

It's a marathon, been running this course and I ain't winded way yet

My father taught me how to be solid, can't be a pillow pet

My brothers need the shirt off my back, then ima give em that

These line holds weight, tug of war, these ain't no filler raps

It's taking years for me to get this shit popping like classic Breezy songs

Niggas steady clocking my movement to see what we be on

I used to be scared of my dreams, now the heebie jeebies gone