Drowning (Outro)

I'm pretty sure I'm my mother's best Disappointment The options that I chose rarely gave her the Most rejoicing Regrets from all the prayers and slumbers Passed with anointment The banquets where I rose was transforming The court appointments A felony arrest, and addiction to smoking Weed The Princeton's scholar bread to evading the Real degree The caps I manifested was thrown into Casualties The night I was arrested, the moment Establishing See she concerned by rumors and gossip About the prodigal Playing with Caucasians to hurdle my every Obstacle Now don't get me wrong never hungered for Quick success Only long to follow heart, find my purpose, Have no regrets It's a mother's path to save a child in ways that she knows But forcing my greatest interest, she can't Stand to see growth I lie awake at night and think about the man That I'll be If leaving that old diploma holds the cancer to Me The anxiety of chasing a dream when Reality Tells you it's all but the right direction It's a lot to fight through Bakari Ken, naw fuck that, it's Saint from the Ville Hailed from Maryland at 12, my father Transferred them bills Along the way I made mistakes and lost some Love that I miss And that's about the time we have to let this Game reminisce I'm currently 21 and 22 in some weeks Procrastinated for years, but now the lane Is complete Been steering past adolescence, dodging Potholes of pain Influence of Ma's opinion often lost on My brain But transparency is real, and now you see Me clearly Every rumor that you heard is probably true To someone's theory An addict, manic, bastard, fuck-nigga, and Cocky actor Intelligent, unique, mad, ambitious with joyous Laughter A freak within the sheets, steady liar, but Insecure A friend to those in need, future leader, a Soul that's pure In honesty, I'm just a man in search for himself Dodging my vices, knee deep in finding the wealth You can have the whole city rooting for you And still be alone You can be the biggest fish in the pond and still A grain in the ocean Fuck the bullshit, let's just keep it in motion Sincerely, the man, Bakari Ken Oh, you niggas still here Y'all niggas are still here cause technically this the credits I mean, J. Cole said it best, nigga, you don't like The credits Get your dusty ass up and walk the fuck out The movie theater First and foremost, glory be to God Without You, I am nothing, with you, I'm still just a man Sincere, sissy, I love you, thank you so much For opening up your home and your family to Me James, my brother, my heart, what needs to be Said is already known, nigga Dean, Ty, Tyler, T-Lane, all the drama kids, Madeline, Michael Even dusty ass Monticello Hallways, I love all y'all niggas Thank you for the love and the support Ander Beatz keep this shit blazing, nigga Keep on getting niggas' vocals right cause the Lord knows they need it OG Henny L.O., the Richmond community, 804, stand up Rich what Y'all stepped with a nigga when I was on the Pilgrimage and figuring out who the fuck I am And that, that stays with you forever Mom, pops, I know this shit don't make sense Shit, even when it blow up, I'm sure it won't But I love you, you know I love you And last but not least, Mar motherfucking Keis Oh, my nigga the greatest, oh my God, that Nigga the greatest Hey, look, look, look, man I moved to Richmond without a nan nother Soul fucking with me in this music shit Low-key life, and nigga, I prayed for a team Whether it be a manager, another emcee He blessed me with not just a beat maker, but A motherfucking producer, nigga Pharrell and Chad, we on your ass Nottz, we on your ass Timbaland, we on your ass Bink, we on your ass If all you doing is putting 808s over your Mamas, that's so 2000 CD And thinking that Shit fucking with us Go ahead and flush your MPC down the Shawshank Redemption sewer, bitch That being said, all you rappers starting from C'Ville and on The sentimental shit out the way now, nigga You already know what time it is Since Walton after school, middle school, Dances Y'all niggas know who the fucking best is Mad Skillz, I'm on your ass Missy Elliott, I'm on your ass D'Angelo, Chris Brown, Trey Songz, Pusha T, No Malice, I'm on your ass Four score and seven years ago, y'all niggas Were still biting the flow Whether on wax or on the roof So don't ever get it fucked up, nigga From the two up, two down, Big Saint, biatch