No Regrets

You know I couldn't end this without givin' y'all a little bit of my life, you know what I'm sayin'?

It might not be in chronological order, but shit real

Feel this? Look

And I was born 1987, June 18th

Pops ain't stick around, but mama told him that they made me

Cryin', askin' questions like, "Mama, why Daddy hate me?"

He pick up all his other kids, but he don't ever take me

I never understood, but that's the shit that helped him make me

My brother tried to fill the void and did his best to raise me

I never understood how a man could walk away from his creation

Till I procreated with a woman that was full of hatred, mama

I ain't victim-blamin', but that situation changed me

Drove me to the street and I'ma damn near drive you crazy

Prayin' you ain't famish, so my life is on the pavement

I know your prayers saved me, God's grace is so amazin'

Beggin' me to get a job, mama, you ain't understand

Your son had a plan and one day I'm gon' be the man

I been to Europe and Japan, Sweden and Berlin

Me and Trent toured Asia, converted dollars to yen

Been rappin' since 2010, they ain't wanna let me in

Work hard and I deserve it, in alignment with my purpose

Dropped fifteen tapes and I ain't even scratched the surface

Life and death is in the tongue, so I speak life in all my verses

I'm the one to break the curses, but they label me the worstest

Breakin' poverty cycles instead of chasin' the wealth

These n***as got their hand out, ain't tryna help they self

My son mama takin' shots, tryna hit below the belt

Only let my son call me when she wanna ask for help

Too much pride to grab the phone and call and ask for it herself

I ain't seen Sargent in some months, I'm ashamed, I ain't proud

FaceTime him all the time, he never without a smile

Ask me, "Daddy, when you comin'? I ain't seen you in a while"

Brought tears to my eyes, hung up the phone and almost cried

Wasn't nothin' but mistakes, so I got this rich on purpose

Over time, high up and workin', gotta take care of the fam

I'm droppin' the phone, I'm droppin' the phone, I'm droppin' the phone

Droppin' so much music now that DSPs think it's spam

Monetizin' off my gifts, I'm flippin' words like they grams

Salute to David Lutty, Charlotte Bowman, Constantine

Some of the first to ever believe that I can really achieve my dreams

I can't lie, reminisce when me and Lutty was a team

Before Tune caught his charge and did an eight-year stretch

We could've did some things different, we'll live with regret

I couldn't let this tape end without gettin' this off my chest

Now I can rest

I can be the pendulum that strikes your chair for the first time