What you call a man making a name for himself
Dreaming big out of sense of hopelessness
He So selfish, would sacrifice it all to win
He Can’t help it, already gat blood on my leaves
Put yourself in his shoes, you would’ve changed too
You go through what He go through It’ll only break you
What you call a man who had a good spirit as a kid
Grew up and noticed the difference of big poor and rich
What you call a man who lost his pops at 10years old
And every girl he’s with wonder why he’s so cold

I’ve seen n***as who had a chance at the blaze of glory
But slept on they dreams and changed their stories
I’ve had peers succeed and sent my congrats
But all my success is met with stank eyes
Crazy when you are hated on-day 2 by day ones
So I’m the only one around me who’s willing to ride and die
I never hate, I wait my turn cause I know I’m next
It’s blind loyalty every time I’ve had a knife on my back

I cut my grass really low to expose these snakes
And I sleep with one eye open like CBS

Trapped my body but can’t touch my soul
Proving wrong everyone who said I’ll do wrong
I’ve seen more than most will in a life time
Only thing Ive missed, is having tea with Ali or James Brown