Measure of a Man

I got room for improvement but got space for error
Keep progressing till your placement better
Don't let em shake the ladder
I climbed so high I'm far away from chatter
I flipped the dough after I made the batter
I think my game is mastered
Won't let my story be a wasted chapter
Walking by faith I crossed through many pastures
Been face to face with pastors
But that don't mean that I'm not sinning with abrasive habits
I had to face my actions made em turn to great reactions
If they still hate its backwards
But that's the way it goes
If they elect who's next to blow then we leading polls
Wrote some shit about my pops that brought tears to my mother's eyes
Only time I seen my pop cry is when his mother died
Basically the pain that we envisioned I'ma summarize
This the type of shit that separate me from them other guys
Carolina jit the code to zip started with 2-5
In the land of jungle had to learn to move through vines
You might slip up once can't make the same mistake two times
Get folded like a futon
Over crumbs of the croutons
Niggas turn it physic like James Isaac Newton
No right left right right
Them killas known to up pipes
Leave his whole family upset or uptight
Many times I'm up nights
Thinking of a way to make a play I'm looking up flights
Now I'm out of town blowing down what's a rough night
Different woman rotating in cycles is my love life
It's so hard for me to see myself with only one wife
Guess that's why most my relationships just last for one night
But peep how I play my hand
This just the measure of a man

I say I'm from the trenches
Pork and beans and rice I swear my lunch different
I can't never seem to keep a bitch because my love different
Plus I'm mad distant
Traumatized I swear to God boy from my past living
Saw pops moving work plus I don't judge em
If anything I said I love em
Taught me everything I need to know from the grind to the struggle
Told me stay humble and say prayers to the man above you
Valuable, once you get some money these bitches they gone try and fuck you
Never bite the hand that feed you, rule 1
You can cut a nigga off I swear after that rule done
Niggas keeping score and I know the score I'm up boy 2-1
Plus once you die they don't really care boy what you done
So paint the picture make it clear
The only way is up from here
Heard they been wanting smoke
I swear I dare I double dare
And I need a celebration I want all my brothers there
And uncles
Swear to God boy I want all my cousins there
I got it out the mud like normal
I ain't different I want people to treat my normal
Different colors in the chain it's looking like Crayola
Drunk man speak his mind you faking when you sober
Game over