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Aw man, f*ck that sh*t I've been with it
I was grinding from the sun up to sun down for Mississippi
On the late night, ain't much more that you could tell me
Ain't much that I ain't sold that you could sell me
Out of the kitchen I'm whipping something to change up
Calling up the radio only for them to hang up
Frustration boiling, I harbor and let it linger
Hit the booth and burn the perfume from all of the anger
Goddamn, when I'm on, they gotta pay up
Every motherf*cking pot that I weigh up
Roaches in our hotel, I gotta stay up
One day, God gon' answer my prayers
Angels watch over me in my city
In case a hater want my place then come get it
I never wanted more than I needed, just tryna maintain
Make a couple plays and show my brothers the same thing
Ride clean even if it was a plain Jane
I used to be on foot trynna chase change
A meal a day will get me through the trenches
A pack of ramen noodles, Faygo drank ain't fulfilling
But f*ck it, if the next step is begging for a biscuit
In the soup line of the church house kitchen
I put the pieces together, lo and behold
I know the game's a rabbit hole but how far does it go?
To the money, perhaps
Financial freedom is far from the trap
Far from the “f*ck yous” and fraudulent daps
Far from the city, you might need a map to get where I'm at
The only time you ever see me drop a pen
Long as there's breath in my lungs, I keep goin' in
Long as 11 ain't the mark, I'll be at a 10
Forever Multi to the very end