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This what life about
Hitting every goal that we been typing out
Hit the road, sold out shows, brought my brothers out
Can't imagine had we chosen another route
But heavy is the crown
So every tape I weigh it out like should I put it down
Life became the music I'm too scared to lose it
Here we go, hear the conclusion, go prepare the muses
Tryna creep inside the deepest part of her mind
And find a lil' spot to reside
Pardon my pride
I usually try to put that part to the side
But I ain't grow up with no juice, that's my mode to survive
Either that or leave my weaknesses at war with the grind
Nowadays I call it truce, God is prone to provide
Mention tour they say you smoking boy yo goal is too high
'Til I woke up on Air Canada, like you have arrived
If I showed 'em where I'm from they wouldn't believe 'em
Moving through Toronto like the PM
Now I'm in Atlanta eating vegan
Flights from cross the country just to see him
Trust it's sickening what some do if they could be him
Them the type of vices be tucked inside of the nicest
Price to get in story but stories we telling priceless
Weekends in Miami we celebrating what life is
Young Black and Rich the image is so enticing, so
Overly focused it's far from the time to rest now
Debates growing 'bout who they think is the best now
And I ain't even getting mentioned like I ain't contending
The President behind the bars I ain't get a sentence
Put 'em on the benches
I could retire yo favorite and then go pay the pension
They didn't put me on pages and they didn't put me on stages
Gave 'em case after cases they never made me a plaintiff
Promised I'd stop complaining and turn the pain into paintings
Still alone in this chapel the glass finally staining
They finally waiting this time I'm ready though
And I forgive all who hated, just know I'm petty though
We turned impalas to ranges, I promise nothing is tame
Got my head in the clouds, I promise nothing the same
Back and I'm better
Just know I'm back and I'm better
Charcuterie money got me stacking cheddar
No question if it's Prez you know he rocking the letter
Got the newest threads but still ain't rocking with Meta
Sorta rock with Brenda that situation was sticky
If I'm in New York, I'm Milly rocking with Nikki
But I still want Kristi
And she may never know
I can't decide if I tell her or I just let it go
Can't decide if it'd ever be what it was
I chose the dream over love
Was always me over us
I mean how is she supposed to trust
I wouldn't up and leave over lust
Of the money, or the fame, or the life
Pray decisions that I made all were right
Knowing only time will tell
For now I'm super decent
Matured from situations I patiently grew at peace with
Reflective of the lessons helping cultivate the thesis
Broke the hourglass, I'll be back to pick up all the pieces
More to come