Living room full of suitcases
He going places
Most people do the most
I like to keep it basic
Recording in the basement
I grew impatient while they grew complacent
Said f*ck waiting let me go and take it
And when my Patna died
The pain inside my mother's eyes
Made me realize
I can't fold or commit suicide
I gotta stomach this pain
I gotta walk through the rain
So many days I thought of quitting
But I still ain't complain
I maintain through the ups and downs
The leaps and bounds
The days where won't no one around
The days I was getting so high I won't touching the ground
Rap saved me I'm so thankful for these verbs and nouns
The same shit that weighed a ton feel like a couple of pounds
The only capping that I ever did was caps and gowns
Same people told me shut up
Out here playing my sounds
Now all the love that I was showing's coming back around
How come my happiness is dependent on someone else
The impression I've been getting is that I might need some help
Truth is I don't know who I rely on day to day
It's looking like I need a clean slate
My flow is acidic 'cause I spit acetate
I consume aluminum at an extravagant rate
Reflecting on my past like an instant replay
So sit back and watch me rise like you're baking a cake c'mon