I need to rest my body

I need to lighten my load

Don't wanna hurt nobody

Can't let my heart go cold

Don't got it in me for sorries

So, if I do damage I'm sorry

Abandoned the child within me

And followed the golden road

I broke the golden rule

And put theirs before my own

Enemies and called them bro

And kin to me, called them foes

I took a breath underwater

Drowning my sober soul

I held my breath underwater

I wanna get close to the father

Gimme a second, I need a second wind

I need a wind, I need to breathe, I need a second wind

See, all these losses left me winded, need a second wind

I took a W before, but now I need a second win

Gimme a second

Homie, give me a second

You mean to tell me

I'm telling- hol up, hol up

Ok, you mean to tell me since we last spoke home girl got pregnant

So and so in jail and such and such still set tripping

Well you look good, glad you ain't living reckless

A lot of changes happening, we can't be out here stressing

Cause me, I'm on my second wind, was close to going breathless

Thankful I'm still here to give the message

The latest, the game is sick

I'm not seeking to pose as people's champ, I rather them aim and miss

Just know when you hear the applauds, those be the same hands that hang and lynch

The days you not Marshawn and you fumble the ball, they act you ain't legit

To live to for the famousness is dangerous

No tainting this no matter what payment is, I put all my pain in this

Artful with words as if I was painting this

I sing for the homies that blue with the wind as if they was banging crip

He serving permanent years over them permanent tears

A tip, things seem so permanent, change and switch, fade and smear

I fade my hair, when once upon a time, I tamed and picked

My young homie just got signed

I remember when I was his age and I was just tryna get signed

Tryna meet Cole, tryna get shine

Tryna be a diamond

Then it turned to me just tryna get mine

Then it turned to me just tryna get time

Then it turned to me just tryna get by

My pages ripped

My eyes would cry

My lows was low, but I laid the bricks

I prayed and wished

I talked to God, I made some hits

I started trading my heart desires out for gratefulness

I hopped off the media trap because it ain't legit

The deals that never fell through, those labels gon hate they missed

I'm made for this

What's meant to be will be and whatever ain't will dip

We sell it out the trunk like Master P, it ain't no splits

My shorty straight, my money straight, and my music good

I'm on my second wind, I'm doing great

Gimme a second, I need a second wind

I need a wind, I need to breathe, I need a second wind

See, all these losses left me winded, need a second wind

I took a W before but now I need a second win

Gimme a second, I need a second wind

I need a wind, I need to breathe, I need a second wind

See, all these losses left me winded, need a second wind

I took a W before, but now I need a second win