If the beat slaps, it makes my soul bleed
That's how I focus my energy flow could grow things
Like, money trees, I got a hundred P's for the groceries
I was on my knees, pleading before this whole thing
Manifested I ain't holding back my confessions
I was tryna fornicate every shorty bad
Through my lenses
I was on a path
Made it hard to look at reflections
Burdens on my back
But I'm learning that was a blessing
Ain't no turning back
Your ways made us the way we are
But the parents are not to blamed
But they're praised if we make it far
This is not game, play your pedigree
Not your part, choose another lane
Things I'm saying may break you heart
Break off all the chains, unless it's flooded, let's make money
Things that are never worn by the people that came from it
It will never change I might pull up and stain something
I ain't here to entertain just a kid in his jays running from it
Fuck is you running from
From a dark place I'm looking for the sun
Can't afford an acre, can't afford a gun
He got a kitchen blade
That's a sword for some
It's hard to change your ways when you're born in the slum
The devil keeps scorching unfortunate ones
Culture vultures all around me they soaring above
Yeah they saw what I was
Let that man floss in his coupe
That's that salt in your wounds
They hope that I fall and I do
(Yeah)
I flip the script
The difference is I got harder than you
All my frenemies my enemies was a part of the crew
Still smarter than you
Bombarded this rap shit man I'm sorry your stupid
I won't stop until I'm draped in Bulgari and Gucci
Nigga I did it from the soul
Like I'm Lauren in fugees
All they ever wanted was coochie
(You are not alone)
(You are not alone now)
Yeah
(Ain't no turning back)
(Ain't no turning back now)
Flex
Came a long way not a single regret
Counting all these faces could never forget
My dirty laces on my kicks I could never connect
Now they know that I'm the shit god bounded in flesh
(Whoa)
Fuck is you running from
From a dark place I'm looking for the sun
Can't afford an acre, can't afford a gun
He got a kitchen blade
That's a sword for some
It's hard to change your ways when you're born in the slum
The devil keeps scorching unfortunate ones
Culture vultures all around me they soaring above
Yeah they saw what I was
Man is fully conscious in the spirit world
Still trapping out the base yeah
I'm finna splurge
I used to smoke dank, now I'm flipping herbs
A hundred thousand pounds got indica, purp
My bitch is front page no filter for her
She off the runway just don't get on my nerves
I'm from the projects I was living my verse
Now I'm feeling God sent and I'm lifting the curse