I done been through the fire (Flame) But I don't smell like smoke (Like smoke) Grew up bumping Rakim (Shee) But, I ain't no joke (No joke) Sundown 'til the sun's up, I been steady running up the score (The score) I ain't even gotta say it, They know where I'm from, y'all already know, yeah I know He got His hands on me, uh Started business with no degree, uh Fresh out high school, straight to the league, uh Satan blew a 3-1 lead Praise The Lord I been skating on ice, gotta grind for my dawgs Praise The Lord I been skating on ice, gotta grind for my dawgs 1 down, 3 morе 1 down, 3 more 1 down, 3 more 1 down, 3 more 1 down, 3 morе 1 down, 3 more 1 down, 3 more 1 down, 3 more Can't go Can't go back now I gotta black out God got it mapped out I know we had doubts But I got angels on my side Keep on going, that's my type 'Til my momma got no sighs I'm running on auto flight Picasso to the hate I gotta draw that line Don't need money, I'm lit This my God-given gift Want my grandma walking again So tell me why would I quit? Yeah Praise The Lord I been skating on ice, gotta grind for my dawgs Praise The Lord I been skating on ice, gotta grind for my dawgs 1 down, 3 more 1 down, 3 more 1 down, 3 more 1 down, 3 more 1 down, 3 more 1 down, 3 more 1 down, 3 more 1 down, 3 more