(Intro)
I told y’all imma come up
Mmh yeah
Buhlistek remember that shit
Yeah yeah yeah
Speak to em kuh


(Chorus)
I remember all them years we was broke (nothing)
But I ain’t let that Hold me down
Momma was sick there was no bandaids just hope (praying)
But I ain’t let that Hold me down
The struggle real as hell man I lost a lot of folks (r.i.p)
But I ain’t let that Hold me down
And we gonna get through all of these issues
Man I swear to god I want all smoke (for real)

(Verse 1)
I remеmber all them days behind thеm dark blinds
The struggle hindered me but I stayed through all
The bullshit with a sharp mind, felt like i was getting
Stabbed by the horns in da head part time but
I kept pushing like a cart in a Walmart line
My n***a Tyreke off earth but a part of em
Still rest in my heart slime telling me keep grinding
Grab da bag so y’all other n***as
Going to have to catch up and I ain’t talking bout
Heinz when it come to this rap shit imma be Einstein
Hold a nine point it at you leave you speechless like a mime
Hit yo shorty from the side and she blow like a wind chime
And to keep it a 100 like 10 dimes you ain’t getting her back
Because I’m wilder than fresh pine so her head’s
Swirled like white wine and if she whine she not mines
Now I’m off subject Imma focus on chasing them blue stripe bills
Look like New York playing Buffalo and its bulking up like
The hulk being played as Mark Ruffalo while I’m blowing
On this wild indigo until my puffs are slow and if you think
I’m lacking now I’m clutching a whole crossbow below
This table I’ll point it at you and let it go like a pit bull ho
And my wild ones will too if i say so like I’m commando
Then lay low in Mexico leo wrap you in a blanket built
By Navajo shout out my Indians though they ride with them
Thumpers and they gonna get you bent like my elbow
Because I came out the struggle solo dripped in polo
There’s balenciaga on my feet I came from nothing though
(pre-chorus)
I remember all them years we was broke (nothing)
Momma was sick there was no bandaids just hope (praying)
The struggle real as hell man I lost a lot of folks (r.i.p)
And we gonna get through all of these issues


[Break]
Mmhmmhmhmm
The struggle was fun while it lasted (yeah)
Even all them years we ain’t have shit (nothing no)

(Verse 2)
Thought I was average but no I’m ballistic
I click my trigger and Drop yo shit like a hit stick
Then I hear my demons laugh and mimic
Because I’m tryna get a jug in an instant
I’m talking Country Time powder and water then you mix it
Because life ain’t give me lemons it gave me lime
And I fucking sipped it
Yeah that’s sick but I’m just trying do the race like the olympics
But instead n***as run they jaws but I don’t hear all
Of that noise like crickets, ooh they did what?! hmm
Yeah I must’ve missed it I stay on my grind
I’m so altruistic I say fuck the critics real spit
Ask anyone I know who the fuck I love
Nobody that just my logistics I like shit simplistic
Except my females I like em sadistic
I look at myself
Now and I’m like my old coach if you know an egotistical
Mr Incredible looking pantheistic but to keep it realistic
I’m just the first listed description to be specific I’m egotistic
But also very opportunistic meaning I turn nothing
Into an existent and I like nice shit but doesn't mean I’m materialistic
You got it twisted I’m not boujee I came from
The struggle so the mindset of having nothing is persistent
I’m multi talented and one is being artistic unlike with my
Lyrics they’re not so expressionistic but idealistic
Maybe because of my ADHD nothing autistic r.i.p to
Mar J he was optimistic but god made me pessimistic
Wish I could switch characteristics but that’s unrealistic
So I pray everyday and say fuck the statistics because uh
(Chorus)
I remember all them years we was broke (nothing)
But I ain’t let that Hold me down
Momma was sick there was no bandaids just hope (praying)
But I ain’t let that Hold me down
The struggle real as hell man I lost a lot of folks (r.i.p)
But I ain’t let that Hold me down
And we gonna get through all of these issues (yeah)
Man I swear to god I want all smoke (for real)