Valleys
(Statik Selektah)
I seen the lowest valleys
I seen the highest peaks
I wanna grow the family
I want a life of peace
I got a list of all the shit that I would like to see
Before I kick the bucket or somebody stick a knife in me
In the U.A.E, in Jumeirah with my wife-to-be
No exaggeration when I tell you that my life a dream
Songs in the key of life
Back when I was broke, took the key
And whipped the Kia like a Benz, I'ma be alright
Back when I was low, when all I really had was me
I read and meditated and I made it on my own
At my lowest, people asking me for favors on my phone
Niggas only see the surface, there was layers to my growth
Plotting my escape to the islands like fuck everybody
Greeting people's flaws with silence, don't judge anybody
Bitches be the ones that's violent, don't touch anybody
Memories come to the surface when the Henny got me
Wonder what it would have been, feeling like a kid
At the window looking in
All the shit I could have did
Learning when you feel like it's over, it's the beginning
Even winning over odds, they can't believe that you did it
Now it's on
Trust me, it's gon' be alright
You gonna make it some way
I'm sorry that you feel low
I see you, I feel yo' pain
I show you love when you down
'Cause I remember those days
Just be right here with me now
We gonna figure this out
Auntie told me to surrender, I said, "How, sway?"
Shit is colder than December and the clouds grey
I just hate when I remember all the foul things
Motherfuckers did when they saw me on a down day
I'm on my give grace, get peace, zen shit
Only drop bombs on the track on some flex shit
Filter out the old, I am focused on the next shit
Everything I do is gon' be bigger like it's Texas
Fuck a hater, even if they hating they respect it
Even if they never say it, they be catching lessons
I'ma keep it pushing, I'ma catch another blessing
And write another verse that could make a nigga head spin
Polaroid flick in the crib with the kids, uh
Polaroid flick in the whip in Madrid, uh
How we made it here?
If you knew where I been, you would trip
Where I'm from, we ain't never had shit
Trust me, it's gon' be alright
You gonna make it some way
I'm sorry that you feel low
I see you, I feel yo' pain
I show you love when you down
'Cause I remember those days
Just be right here with me now
We gonna figure this out
I seen the lowest valleys
I seen the highest peaks
I wanna grow the family
I want a life of peace
I got a list of all the shit that I would like to see
Before I kick the bucket or somebody stick a knife in me
In the U.A.E, in Jumeirah with my wife-to-be
No exaggeration when I tell you that my life a dream
Songs in the key of life
Back when I was broke, took the key
And whipped the Kia like a Benz, I'ma be alright
Back when I was low, when all I really had was me
I read and meditated and I made it on my own
At my lowest, people asking me for favors on my phone
Niggas only see the surface, there was layers to my growth
Plotting my escape to the islands like fuck everybody
Greeting people's flaws with silence, don't judge anybody
Bitches be the ones that's violent, don't touch anybody
Memories come to the surface when the Henny got me
Wonder what it would have been, feeling like a kid
At the window looking in
All the shit I could have did
Learning when you feel like it's over, it's the beginning
Even winning over odds, they can't believe that you did it
Now it's on
Trust me, it's gon' be alright
You gonna make it some way
I'm sorry that you feel low
I see you, I feel yo' pain
I show you love when you down
'Cause I remember those days
Just be right here with me now
We gonna figure this out
Auntie told me to surrender, I said, "How, sway?"
Shit is colder than December and the clouds grey
I just hate when I remember all the foul things
Motherfuckers did when they saw me on a down day
I'm on my give grace, get peace, zen shit
Only drop bombs on the track on some flex shit
Filter out the old, I am focused on the next shit
Everything I do is gon' be bigger like it's Texas
Fuck a hater, even if they hating they respect it
Even if they never say it, they be catching lessons
I'ma keep it pushing, I'ma catch another blessing
And write another verse that could make a nigga head spin
Polaroid flick in the crib with the kids, uh
Polaroid flick in the whip in Madrid, uh
How we made it here?
If you knew where I been, you would trip
Where I'm from, we ain't never had shit
Trust me, it's gon' be alright
You gonna make it some way
I'm sorry that you feel low
I see you, I feel yo' pain
I show you love when you down
'Cause I remember those days
Just be right here with me now
We gonna figure this out
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Writer(s): Patrick Baril, Avery Jones
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