[Hook]
Going through the motions like it ain't nobody's business
Everyday we hustling like, can I get a witness?
Living in the moment, I'm a man that's on a mission
Pardon me for dreaming, I just wanted something different
Since I been a young'n, always felt I had a vision
Caught up in a world where they make all of our decisions
All I ever needed was for somebody to listen
Pardon me for dreaming, I just wanted something different

[Verse 1]
Okay, I started at the bottom, lost my mama at 2
I was just a little shawty, but that moment I knew
I was different, I was different, I ain't wanting the same
I was sad and I was lonely, I was hoping for change
Started hooping, me and Chubby, we was holding it down
Now I see you at my shows, hope I'm making you proud
I remember on that summer night, I went out the shades
13, first time I put the pen to the page
I'm in love with the rhythm, in love with the art
Who knew that in a decade, that boy would climb the charts?
I grew up on the east, my hood is in my heart
When junior high was over, the real movie would start
My hoop dreams deflated, my team didn't understand
I fell into depression, my pen's my only friend
See I got me some issues that nobody can see
And all of these emotions are pouring out of me
Recording at my granny's, I never got no sleep
Like I'mma see the shit my mama never got to see
I think that's round the time they started calling me weird
Stopped following trends and started facing my fears
I knew searching was strange, my life was changing gears
I graduated a legend amongst my teachers and peers
Only problem was, granny and Annie, they just wanted me at college bruh
Started myself a band, that Jimi Hendrix and me
That's when the rebel was born, that liquor getting to me
Sipping, sipping and dranking, just dranking and sipping
Like what do I gotta do to get motherfuckers to listen?
As if that wasn't enough, I just got the news
I was 'bout to be a daddy, I ain't know what to do
Get the real job, Collins, this the real world n***a
Settle down, get married, I wanted to pull the trigger
But something told me, I got this, man they knock this
Music, working and daddy, fuck it, I ain't got no options
Dropping tape after tape, playing show after show
In that broken RV with my bros, on the road
I had to get out, figure my own shit out
Broke it off with my girl, quit my job then I went out
On my own, starting roaming, sleeping on couches
Thinking woah man, I'm homeless, this shit is crazy, look
Blaine had the studio, got me for the low low
Ryan had the beats so all I needed was the promo
Sent that shit to Iraq, now he fucking with me
He said homie you a star, drop it all, you coming with me, God damn