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I was just another kid tryin' to rap
Tryna hit big, I got a stack off every ticket I scratched
All the ambition I had, but it was vision I lacked
I stopped drinking, thought different, jogged, this is my path
I embark slow then speed up like
Yards won't complete this drive
Darts thrown at me'll fly
Sparse but how can I put
Bars over beats when my
Cars overheating, life's
Hard, both a DUI
Charge, holding fees and
MyChart, no diseases
Lies start, hoes repeat it
Kyle, stop, don't delete this
Mic's hot, bro, it's peaking

But I remember saving my checks to buy equipment
Computer crashing, finding parts, so I could try to fix it
Too busy tryna fit in, feeling like my rhymes was scripted
Had to be honest with myself not how my life's depicted
They say, forget your bad memories and cherish the good
But making music kept me sane when no therapist could
I don't care when I should, in my room I'm concocting
Headphones so loud I can't even hear opportunity knocking
My mother, she smothered me, never had the chance to explore
But I was her only child, doctor said she can't have anymore
Can't replay this shit my way of living, passed and ignored
Past relationships negated this, my passion restored
But understand that this all happened before
The hustle left in me's muscle memory, crafted and scored
When customers complained they got harassed at the door
Muhammed used to let us hide inside the back of his store
And I'm forever grateful, doing what I'm 'posed to
Not the ones that's getting stapled
My feet arched and, fell off every step I take though
But I'ma keep marching like we forgetting April
Yeah, see the corner store made my skin tough
Coming from the kid who didn't win much
Still inside this trap like the lint's stuck
Brim's up, writing songs in my head, driving this lift truck
Feeling like everybody want they hands in it, mixed nuts

Look in the mirror like, look at the monster you've become
I still have doubts if the day I make it'll truly come
Never see the credit till it's over like the movie's done
But you can tell competition the plot just twisted and Rudy won
I do this for the chance to save, you do this for the accolades
Rhyming over samples played, not catchin' em, I'm crashing waves
Closure for my saddest days, not hoping that my patterns praised
Even if they look forward to this more than they Saturday's
The gigs I used to get shoulda came with some hazard pay
Couldn't paint half of this shit I still picture on this canvas laid
My dad told me to be successful the fastest way's to have a trade
But before I had the chance to say
My plan ain't the same as his, he'll laugh and make
Some old passive phrase like, good luck with that
But your raps won't pay even half the wages I make
Do that and life's great
Only can tell me cut the shit so many times until the knife breaks

Idols are scarce, it's such a joke that these rappers still
Fighting for shares, like my cousins over my grandma's will
White but see all the tyranny from all the past instilled
Put pride to sleep from the irony in this jagged pill
Thought I was the best out, bussin' the coldest
Then Cavell knocked me out, that was a humbling moment
Tainted my love and devotion, now it's rusted, corroded
I'm puffin this locust so much I had to double my dosage
My friends came at me with dozens of motives
I had to cut 'em off, start fresh, cause I'm done with the hoe shit
My old albums like demos, had to shuffle the whole list
All this dust I'ma blow it off, f*ck these subtle approaches
Didn't see how I'm supposed to see it, I'm readjusting the focus
My eyes is on the finish line, not who's coming the closest

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