[Verse: Kenneth Callier]
Yeah
Cassius K wit the lean
“Bumaye” as they scream
Loewe in the seem
Willie Mays to the team
Little Martin but he mean; is it okay if he dream?
Pardon me, I Harden 3’s; but if we play I Hakeem

Meanin’ I ain’t got a problem wit the post
Way they lean against the name, they should pay me to promote
Oh he mad if I boast
Now he sad if I gloat
Way he channel self-esteem
He shouldn’t have a remote
Mm

What they ‘ont know is that he has to devote
All his time and energy until his last open note
It’s what keep a N***a floatin’ like the raft from a boat
It make ‘em get beside themself just like a bag or a tote
Yeah

Picture little Kenny in the back, passing note
Wouldn’t believe it if I told him he’d get ass rappin’ quote
Yeah
And yes I majored science on that path to revolt
But even if wit no degree he’d still out-class all you hoe
Yeah
Now present day he like a magnet for hoe
That see through haters on a daily like the glass on the do’
Never stagnant, oh no… he no average Joe
Shit; if I’m gon’ fuck the world it’s gon be magnum for sure
Yeah

I never let decision factor my growth
I got regret but I protect my mental after the toast
It’s; funny how so many n***a ask for the rope
I change they life n then they spite, like I’m gon’ laugh unprovoked…
Yeah

They take yo name and then they blast it for show
Like ‘everybody come and shame so I can tag him for joke’
They; say anything to make it ring: they mad comfortable
I guess; when you sit up this high they see giraffe from below
Yeah

This can’t be life; how could you act so reproached
I sat you down inside my house and helped yo math numbers grow
I know, that… we were only kids but we go back from befo’
Remember shots in my backyard from when the basket was low
Yeah

A common theme… for when n***a chase a dream
He like Martin Luther King, but I’ll go half on the smoke
Yeah
I know it seem, he gon’ run this through the seam
Like a Jesse Owen scene, yeah I snap on the low
Mm
Emory let me drive it at 120 for sure
Had Coco sittin so low; that bitch had scraped the floor
I know men that see the light then can’t take it no more
Well, take a look at them n***as you was makin’ it for

Then take a look at them bitches you been fakin it for
Na’You’ont recognize ya self, it’s like; you stagin’ decor
Mm
I just hope one day you build a patient rapport
And
I just hope one day you ain’t complacent no more

I showed; so many people how to dream wit they chest
I’m like the poster child for lettin’ n***as cheat off my test
“Can I get Amen” ...
… let the gospel leak through yo vest
He like Harriet Garvey Turner way I free the oppressed

Don’t you find it odd, how they champion applaud
All that mediocre shit and then for you they give a nod?
Mm
S’why I rather look to God; I’ont speak through a mirage
I light the candle through the fog, I’m El que dice La verdad

[Outro: Karen Callier]
Whenever a situation makes you think 'this can't be life'
You gotta stop and acknowledge that feeling; but know that it's okay
Every day is not great; and that's okay
Every situation isn't gonna go the way you plan it; and that's okay
It's okay
And, you and I are the same in that we throw ourselves into things 100%
And if it doesn't work: then we turn it back on ourselves
I have to say to myself; tu major es suficiente... your best is enough
If you're personally trying your best and that's the energy you're bringing to the world... then that's enough
That's the boundary of your control
If things go great: awesome it's great
But those times when things don't go the way you planned it
Or the plan was fucked from the beginning... it's still okay because you gave it your best and your best is enough: it has to be
So, even in rough times, yes... it is life
But... tu major es suficiente