It's like I don't know where I'ma go
But I'm hoping that I make it
And I hope you come and visit
To see what your son
Did and didn't
End up like
And what he did
And if you seen the shit that I been through
You'd be like, damn I'm proud to call him my kid
Since you been gone
I been growing
I think I did pretty well
I Been dealing with my mom at home
And shit that was like living in Hell
And I thought I'd be fine
But truth is, I was stagnant
I stopped ballin
Cause I had to
And now I am chasing my passion
I had to get out that house
Cause that shit wasn't healthy
And now I never got to hear
All the damn negative things that she would tell me
Like it wasn't degrading
Shit I couldn't stand it
And every time
I told her what my passion was
She was like
You really think you'll make that happen
And I knew damn well, I knew too damn well
Now better days are coming soon
These are my stories to tell