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I can't see em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make this song cry
No wait I gotta make this jawn fly
Cus if this one's for you I know you need it dapper suit and tie
I know the general public is quick to scrutinize
But I never fall victim to they opinions I thank you inside
I'm in a mood to fly
And they say sky's the limit well I'm shooting for the moon goodbye
The first nigga I ever seen move thru Dubai
India, London, Paris, every other month you were due to fly
Can't fathom what you've seen thru your eyes
Face blank like you playin' poker the truth inside
Success story of an immigrant
I remember you sayin' 50 ain't impressive thought you were super high
'Til i seen exactly where you came from
Yea these niggas claim the slums
But you really from the mud and so the truth applies

Yeah
I swear you one of the illest I ever seen
I know I let you down know I coulda did better things
But I ain't hit my prime yet
You know I'm still in the process
I see you switched ya tune you see me makin' this progress
The struggle turns to beauty, check ya story I digress
Yess
I ain't hit my prime yet I'm still in the process
I see you switched ya tune you see me makin' this uh

Yo
Now this next verse might hurt
But I'd rather speak my peace than to carry hurt to the hearse
It was times
I thought I'd see my face plastered up on a shirt
Had them convos with Nik and Mommy they gassed me up showed me worth
And it wasn't even shit that you said
The life I was livin' versus the one you wanted instead
Dropped out of college I was lost I was searchin' for pathways to the bread
Or some attention I was searching for pathways to ya head or ya brainwaves
How you never stopped living for self?
Ya name ain't even come to mind if I was looking for help
Now I don't know nothin' but
That ain't how the game go
And momma taught me how to tie a tie
How to change clothes
But now the boy is grown and I see the world as a man
And through my trials and tribulations I started to understand
That I can't even fault you I ain't tryna hold these grudges no mo'
And plus I'm thankful for them days you let me hold the 4 door
I was in that bitch with the homies
Not even a license on me
Wasn't smoking but at times the shit felt like its slow-mo
Random trips to soho
I park that bitch right on mercer shoot my shot off at some baddies cop some shit from Polo
And the same niggas from then are the same niggas here now
Chose lessons over digressions I finally figured out how
Imma leave my print on this earth
And my purpose
Cus if you taught me anything you taught me what my worth is
And I thank you for it

I swear you one of the illest I ever seen
I know I let you down know I coulda did better things
But I ain't hit my prime yet
You know I'm still in the process
I see you switched ya tune you see me makin' this progress
The struggle turns to beauty, check ya story I digress
Yess
I ain't hit my prime yet I'm still in the process
I see you switched ya tune you see me makin' this uh