Seat at the Table

They say the fun in the struggle when you coming up So when you at the bottom, better off you facing up A lot of losses, many lessons but it all depends Success is measure building mountains of the smaller wins Had a nigga went away for a couple summers Did a bid and came back, he hit the ground running He got out, I came from Cali, I was on to something Hopped in the game and treasured lessons I was learning from him I don't measure niggas when everything is going right I study how they handle lowest moments in they life My vision bright, I'm Malcom when joined the Nation Cause I be looking further ahead than where they wanna take it That's how you bring upon the envy on yourself and shit So fuck em all, you better off on your selfish Half the time it be the niggas that you rolling with So I keep going like the tires on a Michelin Knew a bitch that ran the streets like Michele They love her but she rather be my B-I-T-C-H Got a stable full of em, call it Bitches Brew I'm Miles Ahead nigga, this is The Rebirth of Cool My pretty lady Holiday, she used to sing the blues In Marvin city, Southeast gave me Inner City Blues Was in a lose-lose, every day it was the same Til' Warren Buffet taught me how to play the winners game Mother know I'm able put her ripple in her eye Seat at the Table, So long we elevating, Crane in Sky I'm eating with the same niggas that I came up with Brunches with the bitches with the Champagne cup sips I used to walk in rooms where nobody knew my name Now my niggas bosses, filled the club up with some Dames Can't fade me now nigga, I'm 10 on ground nigga Toe-tapping on Tigers, love or hate me now nigga Stab me in my back, and it hurt a nigga Gotta be careful who be serving with you Shit was fucking with my pride, but I'm moving though She fucking with who I am cause she know it's true Atlantic, Highlands, me and Floyd, what a fuckin' view Niggas chillin, what a feeling, asking who the fuck is you Kept it real since 10 Toes Down babe I'm something new Respect all grounds, but got a sound Imma introduce When I debut, certain shit I know I gotta move Be my father or make it honest, nigga I had to chose Left to mourn was me and Quentin, that shit gave us the blues At the pew, who killed my father slim? I wish I knew Lost everyone, it's like a hex was on us Felt like death was prepping for us It's like I'm Horus, life was born from the fuckin corpses Whipping Porsches, pop the trunk I had to count the fuckin horses Fuck the chorus, looping vocals, that shit was less important Message pouring out from the realest so you couldn't force it College never taught us to prepare for courses That life would put us through and that the shit would steady worsen Thank God for the lesson I'm blessed to graduate with My words was always something that the people gravitate to Blacks killing blacks, we digging massive graves too I'd risk it all to serve the people, they can grab a plate too Cause when it's all said and done, how they gon replace you Legacy get hazy, when you name fading Asking what I'm on, young? I'm steady building The floor of which my son will stand will be a sturdy ceiling Standing on my shoulders, and Imma let him know it Everything he see was conquered by the ones chosen It was never given, you had to prove and how it That the breathe that was blew inside your lung was worth it