Some don’t amount to anything
They never had much to begin with
Some stay as peasants
Others become a King
Life all starts and ends with
Moments to get better
Moments to seize the opportunity
So how is it my fault
If I made the most
Of what was given to me

How is it my fault
That I gave the rap game my all
You see the numbers and stats
But what you don’t see is
The energy and hours I spent
In the lab
Yeah I’m caking off the royalty
But I put in the time and the work
Acting like a silver spoon and daddy money
Is what bе spoiling me
But the truth is, you get what you dеserve
If a man spent over a 1,000 hours
Making beats and writing lyrics
Then you know he gonna be bossing
And be running the game
And you know he only feels peace in his spirit
If a man devoted himself
In only getting better at his craft
How can you be mad
That God rewards him back
For not losing the saltiness of his salt
So how is it my fault
How is it my fault
That I rightfully got my due
You appalled
But that’s the difference between me and you
I balled
Even when ballers didn’t want to be ballers
Shot my shot
Even amongst the biggest and greatest of all time in regards to shot callers
Taller brothas getting short changed
Daughters of the block be calling my name
Maybe if I was lazy
Or promoted things that weren’t good
You might have a point
It was only cause of my tenacity
And my perseverance
That I was able to not disappoint
Believers in me
Those who had mad faith in what I could do
So how is it my fault
That they got way more love for me
Than they do for you