Tragedy to Triumph (feat. Radio B & Illa Styles)

The man in the mirror transcended eras Should cop the Panamera Watching our backs, panning the mirrors Hand up to God Fast and Furious how the good ones die My eardrums pop I think another good one died The hood once was rise Black Wallstreet should be our hallmark Without the sabotage black families would own the Walmarts American Pie, American Dream through arrogant eyes I stare in the sky, and stare at they lies That ain't the limit, How could it be? Now i'm Bustin' through the glass ceiling that i shouldn't be I guess its just the hood in me My daughter ain't no hood in her The nerve of us to build our family house in black suburbia I know that shit disturbin' ya That's right and any night I perform like Mike Jordan, Jackson, Blackson you niggas gotta be joking Crack pipe you niggas gotta be smoking That fast life got a lot of us open RIP to Pop Smoke Many man, wish death upon me I had to hustle my back to the wall ashy knuckles Promise that you will sing about me Hard to be King But the plan is to show you that I understand This morning I woke up It's a new day Pockets filled with a lot of lent not a cent gotta vent I'm a champion so I turned tragedy to triumph And if you don't know now you know, nigga As far as the industry goes everybody foe Only a friend when they want you to flow Shout out to kiss for that, I ain't never missed a rap Get on the phone end the amber alert and let em' know that the kid is back I'm still in tact, Front Porch Music look what I did with that I know they Wonder all the time but I got my vision back I be on my Marvel shit, y'all be making partial hits Y'all can Stan I'll end this shit the same way that Marshall did Park the whip, get off me Nigga I'm talking saucy You winnings a long shot, me more like a par three They say I'm back but I never left like Broad Street They envy me that's why I'm infamous shout out to Mobb Deep I'm probably an underdog, took the whole summer off Y'all be here all the time I'm light years ahead of y'all Queen Latifah set it off on myself I bet it all This shit will ruin your whole life like fentanyl Many man, wish death upon me I had to hustle my back to the wall ashy knuckles Promise that you will sing about me Hard to be King But the plan is to show you that I understand This morning I woke up It's a new day Pockets filled with a lot of lent not a cent gotta vent I'm a champion so I turned tragedy to triumph And if you don't know now you know, nigga We throw the peace sign up two fingers combined each time Give glory to God before we feast through the rhymes Sheesh Used to rock the ellesse fleece Til I hit the distro now my pieces Flood the streets in my region Water Norwegian to keep the skin glowing Snapping for Twenty years the real ones been knowing Fly gangsta mop you up in Rick Owens Leave 'em with a colostomy bag you keep this shit going I never trip over milk that's spilt Don't live with delusions of grandeur or feel guilt Build with what the universe hands us Enchanting, the way I work my magic on canvas The ill-advised get legitimized My gorilla ties penalize enemies in our eyes Try to divide but never conquer Forever a monsta Leveling skyscrapers a hunnit mile radius Many man, wish death upon me I had to hustle my back to the wall ashy knuckles Promise that you will sing about me Hard to be King But the plan is to show you that I understand This morning I woke up It's a new day Pockets filled with a lot of lent not a cent gotta vent I'm a champion so I turned tragedy to triumph And if you don't know now you know, nigga