I swear to God that this my year, takin all my problems hopin they disappear
I been down so long, starting to face my fears Now the vision is so cleeeeear
Verse 1
See lately I been contemplating
I been thinkin bout my life and why it's hard to make it
Why my moma workin twice for all these little wages
Stomach couldn't take it, But now we flippin pages
Yeah
Stay surrounded by some ballers
CEOs, different Pros and shotcallers
I'm in that mode, get the bros and top shottas
I stay on go, hit the road in my Charger
Yeah
And ain rappin for free
Prices goin way up, gon have to sign a receipt
I used to only spit 2 bars but now it's 32 bars
Praises go to you God, no other, like Madame Tussaud's
Hook
2x
I swear to God that this my year, takin all my problems hopin they disappear
I been down so long, starting to face my fears Now the vision is so cleeeeear
Uh
20/20 clear vision, I might be a kinfolk of the artist of Big Pimpin
Talk my shit and it's true
Gravitated towards winning, think I'm bearing my fruit
Layaway for school days, I ain't forgetting the roots
Now I'm smokin on cigars, with Nadeem and the crew
I'm tryna pay my moma bill, that's why I spazz in the booth
Lookin back and takin pride in my youth
Uh
Custom suits got me feelin buff
That's that 1942 sittin in the cup
Used to wanna break the rules and didn't give a f*ck
Moma never raised a fool when we was comin up
Facts
I swear to God that this my year, takin all my problems hopin they disappear
I been down so long, starting to face my fears Now the vision is so cleeeeear