Big hearts in the chat, big hearts in the chat, big hearts in the chat. I got it now. Uh, look, uh, full court pressure, I put my soul in it. Long-ass flights to get my mind right. It can't stop Jordan with all that goaltending. It's just more **** put on my highlights give them the game and started code switching. But truth hit differently when the time's right. With them dark-ass shades running from limelight. But shit, this is what you pray for, but it's way more than deal with it. They made them trade souls chasing after meal tickets. Who am I to judge? I ain't perfect, bro. I'm still living. Meditation rap for the soul, you can heal with it. And North Star for the children. Survival of the fittest, you destroyin' or you buildin'. Keep God close, stay focused, be resilient. Give hope to the hopeless, don't stop when you win. In slow motion to the finish, both hands on the wheel when I'm whippin'. I got a strong grip like a python inside this motherfucker. What's a poet with a mic who can't read what he write? My shine kept the lights on around this motherfucker. If you ain't know me then, you ain't knowin' me now. Point is, his new friends just slowing me down. Put the dagger in my back when I'm holding the crown. Crash out on every team like Antonio Brown. I gave **** they last chance. They changed on me, we had plans. And that's the game, homie. I gave everything, homie. Can't even complain how the path ends. Do I blame God for bad friends? Shuffle fold, life give bad hands. And you might have met my mother, but that don't mean nothing. Don't be going around town telling people you my brother. You don't love me like you Black Sam. Any disrespect in my name, get a backhand. Make a milli up front, pay my fam on the back end. Quit saying you my brother, you don't love me like you Blacc Sam. Yeah, you really ain't my brother, you don't love me like you Blacc Sam