I grew up in the projects
So niggas think its nonsense
That I don't rap about drugs
And i don't rap about sex
My momma live the nonsense
My momma lived the projects
My momma dosed on all the drugs
My momma robbed a couple checks
Can you guess what happens next?
I don't even know the rest
But by this time i'm pretty sure that she's been put to rest
I don't know, I haven't seen her since i was 5
I always strive to be the best and nothing less
I don't gain no power from a woman
I don't need the sex
I don't gain no power from the paper
So f*ck the checks
Only gain the power from the best
So i try to be blessed
But in this world?
Shits hard
A lot of kids don't get far
They get lost in the weed
Tryna find out who they are
I'm still under control
Of my only soul
And i've done my sinning in the past
Bound by all my woes
Tryna get farther
Tryna get wider
Got a lil closer
Now i'm all tired
Don't go to sleep
Or imma fall in the fire
Tryna get higher
Tryna get higher
Tryna get higher
Lord please forgive me
For everything i've ever done
And everything i'll ever do
'Cause my sinning is not done
To be honest