I'm Gone

I remember mama waiting on the call
Ain't nobody tryna' ball with you when back's against the
Wall, so my passion pulled the
Haul, like an addict with withdrawl
I was a manic for the bars but not like alcoholics (No sir!)

I was scrambled in a stall
Look at the hand that I done draw
Got a mansion in my cards
Full house, pull out, 'cause ain't no
Bitch can make me crawl (Yeah)
I got an itching for it all (Yeah, okay)

I've always been the typa kid to impress under pressure I'm precious
Like diamonds, first impressions don't always make the press but I'm in
A mental state, more important to me then a second date
Fuck a second base, the Homer I care bout wrote Odyssey
My homie knew that I had lots to see
And honestly the story told about the boy whose prophecy
Done said he had a lot to be always kinda vexed me
The boy still worked his ass off for something that's was his destiny

Like, I'm that boy that went dream-chasing while y'all were dreaming
Waking up every morning before the sun was peaking
I'm the boy that never made any excuses
I done dealt with my Cypher, I done dealt with my Judas

I found some Jordans with Velcro, and it seems like the shoe fits
So now I'm here to prove it
So I'm lacing up my shoes and focusing on music
Tuning out the noise pollution y'all get too confusing
Telling me that quitting this provides solutions (Huh?)

Y'all got this look like how he number 1, it can't be
Nobody else would come to fund the family
I ain't had no plan B
I'm the kid that'd rather study than to tug the panties
Y'all overlook me so it's no wonder you can't understand me

Okay, okay, okay, okay I'm infatuated
That song got me enebriated so congratulations now
I know I hesitated couple times before I made you proud
I hope I make my mama proud
Somehow I know I won't

Now they talk about me lauder
I double down in my aura
Not confident in tomorrow's but
Confidence is a part of
Being a king of Sparta
I'm elbow deep new Vince Carter
I'm raising up all endorphins
I gotta keep going harder
I'm 1, 2, 3 on your daughters
Top favorite rappers applauding
But I grew up no supporters
Now kid in the middle boring
Now kid is a riddle sorting

Through fruit baskets assortments
From phone numbers departed
And this seems to be the start of the bliss

Came up off the Robert Harp Drive, boy I'm still alive
Put the pen to my temple been running out of time
Life accomplishment is I'm big on confidence
You fools lookin' like you belong on Monsters Inc

Edible Arrangements, rappers say the same shit
Pull up from the top of the key, like I'm
Damian Lillard, flow sweeter Maple Sizzurp
Grab the mic like I'm Killah, I been realer

Than my classmates, going into plastics
Diego with the hattrick, scaling peaks like Aspen
Talk about "community service" you bitches cappin'
Know that I been at it, since back when I was laughed at

I'm active, thick-rimmed frame in my glasses
Look like Russell Westbrook post-game with the fashion
Homie on the beat, that's a certified classic
Certified Lover Boy, all about that action

Fuck practice when you live today like it's your last one
Eating too good we forgot about the napkin
(Wake your) punk ass up, man, I know y'all been napping
Do it for the passion, never for the caption, I'm gone