Something Bigger Than Myself (v.1_2)

The escape from New York
Tell my momma that I made it
Pushing through the think
Man, I'm proud that I'm hated
Half would call it luck but I made it myself
Scalping other rappers and I'm selling the pelts
Cooking up these wins
You know the kid got the flavor
Call me whole step
Cause I'm aiming for the majors
Your shit is shallow
Who's steering the ship bro
I win with the work
Man, you winning with zip codes

I always wanted to be something that much bigger than myself
Than myself
I always wanted to be something that much bigger than myself
And nothing else

Hollywood my back yard
I roll around in black cars
Step back with wack bars
Like you running shit like track star
Cause momma said I'm not of this earth
Like a heavy oak I rose from the dirt
Like a heavy dose I've chosen my curse
I ain't never giving up cause nothing is worse
Even in death got rims on my hearse
Lay me to rest and gaze on my works

I always wanted to be something that much bigger than myself
Than myself
I always wanted to be something that much bigger than myself
And nothing else

Fears make me great; help me feel alive
Pops said keep the faith keep me out my mind
Older brother taught me bout the toil and the work
But I do this for myself cause I grow from the dirt
They never thought I'd get this far; how I feel inside
CC god all my problems; and I hit reply
I want more for you than I do myself
If joy is winning then I'm aiming for the belt

Remember me
I'll remember you
I'm thankful for this / أنا ممتن لهذا
I'm grateful to you / انا ممتن لك

I do this for myself
I do this for myself

Fuck

I always wanted to be something that much bigger than myself
Than myself
I always wanted to be something that much bigger than myself
And nothing else

صَبْرٌ

And no one else
Can be myself
Except myself