[ Featuring CJ Fly, Jake Luttrell ]
Yeah, uh
Okay, I'm so beyond it
From Mill Basin to Coney Island
I'm south Brooklyn's finest, I did a lot
But I still gotta top it
I guess you cursed with that
When you got a habit to polish
So I be in the lab workin' like Dexter and Dee Dee
'Cause you only as good as the last records you dropping
I got it yo, I can't break my promise
You dudes be out of pocket
So you don't get the time of day or no cash from my wallet
Work on your craft 'fore you comment
I was in the basement with Trevor and Chronic
Rappin' under blankets and smokin' some chronic
Lower the music because his mom sleepin'
But the loud got us here, how f*ckin' ironic
They called me dumb and obnoxious
Now I'm young and iconic
Joel Embiid, gotta trust in the process
Went from underage drinking Hpnotiq
Dreaming 'bout makin' profit
Lost some soldiers who was vital to the progress
I know they pullin' some strings from above me
So I can't let them down yo, I promise
I'm done being modest
I'm getting everything and more 'til I'm rotted
Just a product of the people who believed in the kid
I owe it all to ya (I owe it all to ya), yeah
I'll be the vessel for ya (I'll be the vessel for ya), uh
Yeah, I know this game is both a gift and a curse
But things could be worse, things could be worse
Things could be worse (yeah)
Riding through the rhythms of a gift and a curse
Feeling Heaven-sent watch me lift up the earth
Let my words, fall off my tongue
Got an angel up above says, "Go off and run"
Fill my glass, take a lap (Fly)
And woke up the sun, I'm the one
I'm from where they buckshots
And all the Jamaicans scream, "Bloodclaat"
I was one block away when they shot up the bus stop
Ain't see one cop, the hood was so hot and in such shock
Keep a gun cocked or you gonna end up the one popped
Seventeen, I was stepping over empty shell cases
Crime scene, yellow tape, I've seen plenty pale faces
We stay heated, but we always wondered where this Hell place is
Might come off as lil harsh might as well face it
This still ain't easy to grasp
Connecting with your friends or fam, a thing of the past
Call and check up someone, it's a struggle just to do that
Just because they just seen you post what you doing on to an app
I think that that shit is whack, uh (uh)
My work will speak for it self, I'm done talking
I'll get so off radar they gon' be the ones stalking
All I ever heard was dog barking and gun sparking
But in 2021 I'll be seeing my son walking
The person I'm becoming better than the one I was
Lost some friends over the years, gave up tryna be a thug
Some ain't dead they still alive, some of them deserve a slug
We all got naysayers, you could tell 'em join the club
I did it all for you (I did it all for you)
And you did nothing for me (and you did nothing for me, Fly)
I know this game could be a gift and a curse
But things could be worse, things could be, things could be
Things could be worse (yeah)
Riding through the rhythms of a gift and a curse
Feeling Heaven-sent watch me lift up the earth
Let my words, fall off my tongue
Got an angel up above says, "Go off and run"
Fill my glass, take a lap
And woke up the sun, I'm the one
Oh, and woke up the sun, I'm the one
Woke up the sun
I am the one
