You

Paved a lane in dis rap biz

Made a way for dese black kids Paint yo pain for the masses

Ain’t da same as dese bastards Escaped the chains n da shackles

While dese lame **** baffled

Dis talent in tandem wit randomness dis game is a raffle

Coulda been in dis position at a younger age but maybe den my hunger fades

Coulda signed a bad deal n be underpaid

Or made 100 mil n maybe coulda died 100 ways

Cold winter nights n hot summer days

It’s easy to become a slave when tryna put food on dem plates

N shoes on yo jits you losing cuz u movin in place

Feel like you losin a race, maybe my shoes isn’t laced

Paid all my dues n I faced

What only a few could embrace

A sinner for do gooders sake

I’m sparring n dueling wit snakes

So Still keep a tool on my waste

But now they can google me wait

Used to be scan dekalb

Life will knock you on yo ass if you don’t Land a jab

I played the hand I had n got my fam a bag

I know you are a star

Hope you get real far

Cuz where you need to be

Is exactly where you are

You know you are a star

But don’t take too long

One day you’ll see

He’ll never leave you in the dark

We posed to be corpses or in a penitentiary by a quarter century n don’t no outside forces intervene you sport da same skin as me dats symmetry instead of closin doors to limit me more empathy we absorb energy so if you see me as your enemy, that’s stemming from your inner me

We get milis and still got poor tendencies support industries dat don’t care bout the war in dese streets n endorse em to eat

we feel forced to compete so we beef over a chorus n a beat

On a course of defeat

N of course it’ll seat, millions of asses in stadiums round the globe

This game pimped us now everybody yell hoe!

Chop off both of my feet before I ever sell soul

Dats my word, and I stick to it like Velcro

Had a dream I met my younger self so

I knelt low

And I told him these words

You gon go through a lot of shit that wasn’t part of the plan

Take all them losses as lessons go as far as you can