Friday morning went to mosque for a prayer I'm tryna right my wrongs
Pain on this paper, so many times I had to scrap these songs
Shed so many tears until I swallowed the sorrow
I was tryna live today I couldn't care bout tomorrow
Couldn't borrow an inch of love
Cut pictures of hopes and different stuff
Cuz life's been a bitch I couldn't fuck with
I needed help
Money didn't me bring wealth and running away didn't bring me health
How did it come to this?
How did I lose my grip?
Till I got booked
And papa looked At me like "you ain't shit"
How did the Apple fall
So far from the tree?
Black sheep backstreet
Tryin to cop a key
Pops got PHDs
I got Ps N Zs
Custies N the deez
Runnin after me
But my circle gave me second chance
To conquer this
How blessed am I, how did it come to this?
How did it come to this
My nigga how did it come to this
Once upon a couple time a little nigga roamed hallways
All waves, brush up in his hand to match the bald fade
All A's, couldn't tell em shit cause he had everything he wished for
But felt like he was missin domething
Damn wish I wasn't fronting
Acting like I knew it all
Momma used to call at times I aint know who to call
And life a trip
It's a cycle, never lose ya grip
I never did, they know my shit now, how it come to this?
Now im the shit huh
I never thought it'd come to this
Remember Mama struggling a baby hustling
I gotta get it
Another studio another session
More life I'm getting more blessings
Getting distant with my family I need to check in
Gotta get the ball moving, everyday progressing
They tried to play me but this ain't a West End
So many thoughts, I've got so many questions
I prayed for this shit since an adolescent, yeah
Young one, big brains
Do what it takes
Shit, take up your space
Wish I had known it in earlier days
All I had inked into pages
I etched in skin
Keeping track of the stages
I know what I'm ashamed of
Soft bones with the outer layers tucked in
Hidden from the naked eye
Hated what I saw inside
Didn't know the reason
Couldn't tell you even if I tried
Ego is a bitch that shit'll always
Catch you by surprise
Now I'm popping up on everybody
Like an advertisement
Never thought it'd
Come to a come-up
Now I'm loving the alarm when the sun-up
Gimmie the blunt I slice cigarillos
Sugarcoat this life with these crystals
Keeping the business quiet and on the low
Cause I don't want bad energy
To seep into whatever a nigga got in life
I got it goin on
Aye
Mama raised a humble man
Damned jf I forget
About a thing that made me what I am
What separated me from all these other man's
Same thing that separates a classic from a summer jam