4Ma!

I've been going hard till my eyes roll backwards
Endless counts of nights
My moneys lookin nice
Reachin brand new heights

Promised ma a life where she don't gotta drop not a single dime
Food on all our plates, now we livin right
Gotta make her proud, she's not with the crowd
Promised to make it out, boutta win no doubt
Boutta win no doubt

I've had visions
Angels callin
Demons sinnin
They stay grinnin
I'm bound for winnin
I'm never jokin
Like who you kiddin

They just trynna drag my name through the mud
I already knew what was up
If it's up then it's stuck

I'll forever live by death before dishonor
No one can tell me anything to go against my dreams, my beliefs, and my hopes
Everyone can stand to the side and watch me float

Y'all messed up put the mic in my hand
Battling left to right, I'm the man
When y'all are done being vicious imma stand ontop cause I can
Don't you ever bite the hand that feeds
Yeah, I know I'm what y'all need
I'm servin the base, I'm servin the heat
I know y'all hate, you can't be me



Credits
Writer(s): Jose Carranza
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