The Blow

Six minutes to go, wasted bout nine of em

Ain't wasting no fucking more

Face front, keep moving forward, how I was told

Well I'm facing it toe to toe

Man in the mirror, I can't keep blaming these folks

Im fight my demons, jab getting cleaner, I just keep hitting these ropes

I don't struggle no more, hustle every muscle sore no sleep

Stressin' more my kid, playing hide and seek, and I don't see him no more

Wanna walk a path on his own, backpack, long trip, heavy tread on these soles

Yeah, I paint a perfect picture, but I'm very far from perfect, nigga

Tryna balance these lows, shoulders gettin' bigger, time to take the chip off these hoes

All this dirty laundry, nigga, I'll never fold