Early Morning (Intro)
Never been the topic of a conversation
Medication, fornication
That's my compensation
Always strings attached just to make it complicated
I'm truly a fiend for the confrontation
If more of my homies alive I would laugh more
I came a long way from robbing corner stores
Ms Wallace said that death is only thing I'm headed towards
She wasn't wrong
Money is the only thing I'm reppin for
03, with bands stuffed outta my pockets
Predicted to be a prophet
Only focused on profits
I ran the rock like I was Kobe in the western conference
Only saw what was gained
Not what it cost us
Yeah boy, I'm immaculate with the pen
Tired of 2nd place, I'm Ricky Bobby for the win
Always grinding, I ain't slept since 2010
Sold my soul years ago, tried to buy it back again
Sip from the Holy grail, Toast to my holy Wars
My ex never saw what I was working towards
She wanted Michael Kors, I want my name in Forbes
Platinum records, Hot 100's, Grammy galore
Bags under my eyes you can see the stress
Working twice as hard just to be the best
They ignore me everytime I attempt to flex
I could run a full court press
No one would be impressed
Riding down Lake shore Dr. Bumping Kevin gates
Not in a rush to blow up, I like to keep my pace
Not from Chicago
But me and Common are in a common place
My momma right, I got what it takes
G.O.A.T talk and top 10's I'm never mentioned
And when I am it seem like they all get dementia
Like BrokeRich didn't set tone for the vision
Did it for tradition, not just to gain attention
Late Nights on Giest felt like the Hamptons to me
When you came from the streets
Where they playing for keeps
Staying in motels, on the floor where I sleep
No guarantee you'll survive to see another week
So fuck the street cred and all the lives I took to get here
Not just to win a Grammy at risk of sounding sincere
Want to leave a legacy, put my family at the top tier
Lost everything twice over so what do I gotta lose here
Steven, Khi, and Alex. I'm forever your debt
Y'all helped me build a dream not even looking for a check
I know somethings I could've done better now looking back
Hindsight is 20 20 even without the context
Drinking Prosecco like it's a celebration
My daily life looks a Renaissance illustrations
Still pacing myself while shooting for higher elevations
I just like to thank my fans for all of their patience
Yeah, I like to thank my fans for all of their patience
Medication, fornication
That's my compensation
Always strings attached just to make it complicated
I'm truly a fiend for the confrontation
If more of my homies alive I would laugh more
I came a long way from robbing corner stores
Ms Wallace said that death is only thing I'm headed towards
She wasn't wrong
Money is the only thing I'm reppin for
03, with bands stuffed outta my pockets
Predicted to be a prophet
Only focused on profits
I ran the rock like I was Kobe in the western conference
Only saw what was gained
Not what it cost us
Yeah boy, I'm immaculate with the pen
Tired of 2nd place, I'm Ricky Bobby for the win
Always grinding, I ain't slept since 2010
Sold my soul years ago, tried to buy it back again
Sip from the Holy grail, Toast to my holy Wars
My ex never saw what I was working towards
She wanted Michael Kors, I want my name in Forbes
Platinum records, Hot 100's, Grammy galore
Bags under my eyes you can see the stress
Working twice as hard just to be the best
They ignore me everytime I attempt to flex
I could run a full court press
No one would be impressed
Riding down Lake shore Dr. Bumping Kevin gates
Not in a rush to blow up, I like to keep my pace
Not from Chicago
But me and Common are in a common place
My momma right, I got what it takes
G.O.A.T talk and top 10's I'm never mentioned
And when I am it seem like they all get dementia
Like BrokeRich didn't set tone for the vision
Did it for tradition, not just to gain attention
Late Nights on Giest felt like the Hamptons to me
When you came from the streets
Where they playing for keeps
Staying in motels, on the floor where I sleep
No guarantee you'll survive to see another week
So fuck the street cred and all the lives I took to get here
Not just to win a Grammy at risk of sounding sincere
Want to leave a legacy, put my family at the top tier
Lost everything twice over so what do I gotta lose here
Steven, Khi, and Alex. I'm forever your debt
Y'all helped me build a dream not even looking for a check
I know somethings I could've done better now looking back
Hindsight is 20 20 even without the context
Drinking Prosecco like it's a celebration
My daily life looks a Renaissance illustrations
Still pacing myself while shooting for higher elevations
I just like to thank my fans for all of their patience
Yeah, I like to thank my fans for all of their patience
Credits
Writer(s): Berdan Lewis
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