Upbringing daily living witness to poverty Like it was my accoupation Different bread never let it take my auro Never let it change me or I'd done counted losses like the haters thinking they better Been through it so know what word of mouth Can listening to the ones salty On the go see more than most grow different traits Flipping bags to yes ma'am Old school with the grind attached Developed by small town I wasn't from Seen different ways different days They all add up like the calendar 2023 shits been getting heavy Music always been a way to let out A way to make change more than myself Pray to God shit goes right But know I wasn't raised a saint Habits that helped me make it this far days like when I was an adolescent Had to grow up quicker than most Hour glass on borrowed time To even the clothes off my back To even putting myself on Days that built a reputation Good and bad But humble with a smile Never know who's going through it Like a natural disaster But had days at the bottom that were I'd never take for granted The struggle teach you what the sub-urbs don't To days the labor and grind mixed Starting taking effects Mentally exhausted as much as physically Drained Like I was a patient more than a pedestrian Requesting time to escape knowing it's short term With to many bills and day ones feeling the same compacity Started sacrificing habits started sacrificing Till bankrupt or back to relapsing to them old ways But still dedicated Knew what one voice can do Music always been apart of self care So changed accoupations Making statements More than one sided Not just for the so called innocent bystander But the lowlifes that's been through Real shit and survived knowing the blessings Most take for granted without judgement of the next ones pinpoint location Tapped into the developers settings Hit the mock location With the world against them every move ya make someone's got an opinion But the ones distributing never abiding the same concept controdictions to the origin of the the creation Like calling freinkenston A monster but who invented Can't even say a sentence anymore without The controversy taking over Haters ready to roit Goals with reservations This for me and them day ones and the fam To be able to recite we made it Fertilization to on my own like I was still an adolescent Can't promise a saint but Reinforcing a better me the best I can Everyday learning Answers still to come Putting in the work The only way I've know But the old me mostly a memory With a few habits to cope with the past the foundation cracked based upon infliction of the fake love and deception I cant say that im perfect To some the devil stays lingerin everywhere I go But the wrongs always what I had to do Or either way saw more good than the bad Days the grind didn't reimburse what was Required that days these bags or hustles made up Pick and choose ya battles For day ones and the fam Gotcha not just a quote for another meme But a life sentence the way it should be The good the bad the uglyUpbringing daily living witness to poverty Like it was my accoupation Different bread never let it take my auro Never let it change me or I'd done counted losses like the haters thinking they better Been through it so know what word of mouth Can listening to the ones salty On the go see more than most grow different traits Flipping bags to yes ma'am Old school with the grind attached Developed by small town I wasn't from Seen different ways different days They all add up like the calendar 2023 shits been getting heavy Music always been a way to let out A way to make change more than myself Pray to God shit goes right But know I wasn't raised a saint Habits that helped me make it this far days like when I was an adolescent Had to grow up quicker than most Hour glass on borrowed time To even the clothes off my back To even putting myself on Days that built a reputation Good and bad But humble with a smile Never know who's going through it Like a natural disaster But had days at the bottom that were I'd never take for granted The struggle teach you what the sub-urbs don't To days the labor and grind mixed Starting taking effects Mentally exhausted as much as physically Drained Like I was a patient more than a pedestrian Requesting time to escape knowing it's short term With to many bills and day ones feeling the same compacity Started sacrificing habits started sacrificing Till bankrupt or back to relapsing to them old ways But still dedicated Knew what one voice can do Music always been apart of self care So changed accoupations Making statements More than one sided Not just for the so called innocent bystander But the lowlifes that's been through Real shit and survived knowing the blessings Most take for granted without judgement of the next ones pinpoint location Tapped into the developers settings Hit the mock location With the world against them every move ya make someone's got an opinion But the ones distributing never abiding the same concept controdictions to the origin of the the creation Like calling freinkenston A monster but who invented Can't even say a sentence anymore without The controversy taking over Haters ready to roit Goals with reservations This for me and them day ones and the fam To be able to recite we made it Fertilization to on my own like I was still an adolescent Can't promise a saint but Reinforcing a better me the best I can Everyday learning Answers still to come Putting in the work The only way I've know But the old me mostly a memory With a few habits to cope with the pasts foundation cracked based upon the infliction of the fake love and deception I cant say that im perfect To some the devil stays lingerin everywhere I go But the wrongs always what I had to do Or either way saw more good than the bad Days the grind didn't reimburse what was Required that days these bags or hustles made up Pick and choose ya battles For day ones and the fam Gotcha not just a quote for another meme But a life sentence the way it should be The good the bad the ugly This life takes away ya sanity Cloud ya reasoning Making movements without clarity