It's been eight years
Working through this hell of progression man
I just know there's angels
And there's demons with they crafty
Plans
Sixteen depression really almost
Hit the best of me
F**k it if we chatting Here
That started to be the death of me
Pushing every boundary
This world has ever given me
I bench pressed
Tore two muscles even in the process
Regrets
Falling off the surface of my eye lids
Tell momma I be sorry
My dreams ain't being the paper in
I'm so tired being broke
I'm so tired being hurt
I'm so tired of being tired
That my life feels like a joke
Man I Fumbled
Bag after bag
L after l
I swear if this don't make me pop
I'm going right back with it
I'm Kobe On his back pivot
With all the injuries
And still with it
At twenty four man
I really must me Gifted
I ain't here from
Pops in a minute now
Deemed me as failure
Before a n***a even started
How?
I don't know
Funny how I look like you
Now I don't even see it
If I change this last name
Hope you know the sole reason
This is mima
Momma I'm a go and make a master piece
I'm just counting down the days
That it takes for me to master me
Weather mastery
Or failure breathes
Those my only options
Unless
My demons come and body me
Pleases don't body me
Please don't body me
I hope you do not follow me
I hope your proud of me
I just want my momma be proud of me
I just want my n****s know I be the best that I could be
Looking at my self
Black boy searching for his wealth
I was looking off the cliff
But If I jump now would it help
Would it help yeah
I don't think it help yeah
I want some wealth yeah
But I got to keep my health yeah
I don't even know
If I'm really suppose to be here
That crash shoulda killed
And I watched
Happen no fear
I'm a solid boy
But that life flash different