I ain't gone lie, it's been a hell of a year
That's why I told my friends and fam that it's okay to shed a couple of tears
I touch home and they can feel when I'm here
The game fragile and I handle with care
You start appreciating shit when you get family scares
Separate ties
I know I'm pessimistic at times
I don't pretend this ain't no fucking disguise
My family knows that if they fall that imma fucking provide
My songs passing all the tests of the time
What makes a hobby turn into a passion
Well first of all, it's acrobatic how I flip distractions
And now they say I either flip the script or double backing
Know they want me to slip, this is ain't no fucking Janet Jackson
I wrote this album celebrating all the shit that I offer
Or maybe all the shit that I harbor
The older I get, I realize the wise words of my father
You ain't the only one out here, you got to go harder
Got to go farther
I recognize the dearly departed
I got to move smarter
Cup is empty, fill it with water
I'm speaking truth with every word that I offer
They take a page and we all know who the author
It's been a whole year since my grandmother had transitioned
I got her voicemails on my phone and I can't listen
My mother was bedridden in grief
We was down bad but we never settled defeat
We kept them blessings in reach
The devil could never sleep
This our winning moment
I had to own I wasn't grown, my parents both got COVID
And that shit hurt me to my soul I know that I'm still coping
And plus the death of my people, it's got me praying potent
Anything is better than being hopeless or lonely
Can't go back to the old me
I finally got a circle of people that really know me
And we don't like the talking, my nigga you got to show me
I celebrate the losses and keep the wins on the lowkey
I got my demons talking but they will never approach me
Got to keep 100 at all times
Even when the people around you is talking small fries
Even when the obstacles looking at you from all sides
Got to stay strong
Take a minute but you got to move on
If you love her you should her, she won't be here for long
And it's okay to be wrong
I took a minute when I started this song
Because shit was too real
I used to chase the vodka with them blue pills
And now I'm here negotiating new deals
Now you got to see me on the home field
You got to recognize the enemy and weapons they gonna wield
The pressure they gonna feel it
Got to know it's a transition
Wrote my story down, that shit looked like a fan fiction
The bread flipping
When it comes to rap it's a dead given
Coming from the back I'm like Ben Simmons
I'm bread winning
One more hit and my head spinning
I'm on the set grinning
About to get a check for some thread linens
I'm too blessed with it
Want my closet looking like it got a duplex in it
And I already had the funk but now I'm too flex with it, I mean
You know I been through it all
The only difference is I had a lot of cushions that could cover the fall
And I'm out