Pressure Season

I said My son turned 9 to his life I'm dedicated
His mom she's a bitch and that's a feeling that's engraved in
Kind of mom try's to isolate the boy from his pops
After I make a transformation to avoid getting locked
And I get it you was tired of the apologies
Wrong diagnoses started playing with biology
The essence of my pedigree defected by some dopamine's
But typically in these situations get the stick and let it sing

Same time we was broke
And I was trying to lick some ps and flip some dope
All I had was hope my neck was in a rope
Maybe I'm defective cuz I'm dying behind these principles
Don't sneak diss a nigga and then claim its unintentional
Self sabotaged myself to avoid my true identity
Are culture to the gifted simply toxic shit it riddled me
Will never know the struggle till you had it then you lost it
Life's an operation ask your self what the cost is
My dream is a hail marry but I reached up and I Mossed it
Success the only play nigga failures not option

Killas in my ambiance
Admissions held in confidence
The youngin I'm just 1 of 1
The rabbit got the loaded gun
Grounded by the pavement
Century's later we still slaving
And everything's political
This is team is pivotal
My Trust is in this process ain't no other options
Opposition aimed right down the scope tryna stop it
For this paper turn insomniac
The stu where you can find me at
Its Levels to this game of ours
Ambitions of those double Rs
Looking up you see the stars
Jersey in rafter when my game is done
This is season 1 nigga
Take off has just begun