[Intro: DJ Mykael V]
I always feel like I'm fighting an uphill battle
But I know who made the hills
3-5 from the east side!
God always!

[Chorus: 350]
Yeah
Headed down on the wrong side by 25
No life, no better time, gotta make it right, yuh
Fighting uphill against men who lie just to see me die, yuh
But I finna fight, yuh
Gotta see the light, yuh

[Verse 1: 350]
Yessir
Feel like Fentanyl, no perc'
Thinking 'bout headin' out, no work
Sippin' on Pepto, no purp
Feeling so stressed out, not hurt
Say that I’m next out, it's not sure
Feeling like getting out of my way
Think I won’t get loud, no way
Gotta blow up on the Internet
Had to tell momma to chill, I’m not winning yet
I could pay off all my debt when I'm killing it
I don’t mеss 'round with the will that I’m living in
I been just keeping it real on the lock
Had to dеal with my fears that I blocked
Had to keep all the loud off my lips
Had me slurring my words when I talk, yuh
Had to get it popping in the booth, yuh
I could never let up on the youth, yuh
They don’t gotta know that I’m a hit, yuh
They just gotta know about the truth, yuh
Step up on stage like I don’t mind it
Looking for your faith like I won’t find it
I don’t wanna change it, I’m just grinding
Put me in the pavement if I’m lying (Woo)
[Chorus: 350 & MvkeyyJ]
Yeah
Headed down on the wrong side by 25
No life, no better time, gotta make it right, yuh
Fighting uphill against men who lie just to see me die, yuh
But I finna fight, yuh
Gotta see the light, yuh
Headed down on the wrong side by 25 (By 25)
No life, no better time, gotta make it right, yuh (Make it right)
Fighting uphill against men who lie just to see me die, yuh (See me die)
But I finna fight, yuh (But I finna fight)
Gotta see the light, yuh

[Verse 2: MvkeyyJ]
Me and 350 had to get it one time
Praised up 'cause they know we had to grind
Got it out the mud, we was slummin' with the slimes
Prayed up, good God, now we shine
All these rappers, they tryna blow up
Slow it down, I'ma fill up the cup
I ain’t talkin' no lean in the cut
Runneth over, you know it’s what’s up
I'ma young boy and I drip like Dasani
I rap you in circles like head of a Saudi
I pull up in fashion, I’m rocking that Nike
Like Uzi, I’m wearing Balenci, Balenci
I praise to my God and I’m just getting started
I use to be out there, I use to be hardened
I flipped up the script, now I’m ballin' like Harden
But don’t get it twisted, I still know the charter
I spent three days locked in my room steady working
Now I stand out like a Birkin
They gon' ask me how I did it, I’m certain
Certified by the Word, ain’t no turnin'
Look at all of these haters, they lurkin'
But I been in the show, drop the curtain
Got it all on my own, ain’t no lurchin'
Man, I do it real nice, got the shirt in (Skrt)
They want the young boy down in the dirt
They want to kick me out to the curb
But I’m jumping put the gym, MJ with the vert
You better pay me if you want a verse
I was down bad, then I hit a spurt
I got them racks, then I flipped it again
I ain’t talking 'bout deer, I’m just talking 'bout bands (Young boy)
[Outro: DJ Mykael V]
God always!