Who Am I

I've been thinking how to conquer
Man I've been thinking bout these demons
That done turned me to a monster
The evil breaking up my mantra
The wicked got me out here spraying all these guns like contra
But i lost the magic in my little soul
I felt the difference in my living it was tragic i was living cold
But now I'm packing out my little shows
Thru all my littles woes
Out of the concrete came a little rose

Whoa
You know
I done seen gain
Man I done looked inside my thoughts and I done seen pain
Man I done stared inside my soul and I done seen change
Man I been staring down the road and I could see fame
Thru the trenches thru the mazes thru the tunnel
Man I was planted getting cake just like a funnel
Man I was going thru the race just getting pummeled
Straight thru the opposition hoping that I wouldn't fumble
But I stayed humble
Never caved when I stumbled
Made em straight tumble
I don't play bout my bundles
Niggas fake tough dudes
I'm a spray I dont rumble
Nigga this how we living in this concrete jungle
But I kept on jacking in my little brain
That through this little hurt
I make it work then this shit will change
I see the worse when I see my lane
That's how I see the game
I felt the curse when my demons came

I've been thinking how to conquer
Man I've been thinking bout these demons
That done turned me to a monster
The evil breaking up my mantra
The wicked got me out here spraying all these guns like contra
But i lost the magic in my little soul
I felt the difference in my living it was tragic i was living cold
But now I'm packing out my little shows
Thru all my littles woes
Out of the concrete came a little rose

This is my life this my decision mate
This is the best that I could move that I could do
To make my living great
A little dude that went from cool then went to getting weight
I had to prove that I could move to get a little cake
So I tried harder bro
I went from hot boy Weezy to the Weezy with the Carter flow
Everybody forced to take it easy take it kind of slow
Nigga of course it's easy my music bang like its dominoes
Im finding gold in this little wave
I feel a little cold
Heat up like the stove just to get away
I see the roads I see my goals I see the ways
To take these goals then turn em all to a little pay
But in my vision in my chapter in my story
I see me switching see me basking in my glory
I see me tripping see me laughing at you cornies
I don't get out of line I play my lane like im tory

I've been thinking how to conquer
Man I've been thinking bout these demons
That done turned me to a monster
The evil breaking up my mantra
The wicked got me out here spraying all these guns like contra
But i lost the magic in my little soul
I felt the difference in my living it was tragic i was living cold
But now I'm packing out my little shows
Thru all my littles woes
Out of the concrete came a little rose