Never turn my back on my birthplace Leave it to my city, makin´ sure that the dirt´s straight Leave my kids just enough ´cause I´ll fail them the worst way
If I raised some rich spoiled white girls in the first place, yeah Leave a legacy, one worth rememberin´ In my robe, lookin´ out on Rome, on the Mezzanine, like Why creators are the last ones with some equity? Put myself in a position to pass it to my people And that´s why I´m never settlin´, more capital than Beverly Before my grandma died, she saw me on Jeopardy Still think PJs are too expensive Still don´t make music with people I ain´t friends with Still fuck the industry, and no, I don´t mess with People that my mama wouldn´t want to have for breakfast That´s right, the suits, the streams, the snakes, the schemes, the steady
Pursuit of paper over truth and dreams Loyal to my soil, never change the oil Kept the motor runnin´, kept my foot up on the gas and push to start the button Everything I thought I always wanted, everything it wasn´t Never know that God is everything until you lose sight of Him, yeah Never know that God is everything until you lose sight of Him
Said it´s written on my face, I can´t play it off I got so much on my plate, I can´t shake it off But I´m built for this, I´m built for this I been stayin´ in my lane, keep my head down I was losin´ my faith, but I´m blessed now God told me, "You built for this"
I know I´m built for this
You weren´t supposed to die here You were supposed to fly here Look what you built off your imagination Could´ve never imagined the places you would´ve been taken because your ideas This is in your veins, like where the IV is My mama´s Dodge minivan became my own at sixteen Before sixteen ever got you a phone Maybe when I was thirteen, twelve, eleven, who knows? But I was in the back of that motherfucker writin´ my poems On shrooms with the busted boombox Thinkin´ that this special brew and beater, I was Tupac, nah
If I could go back and give that motherfucker advice I´d say it was already written, boy, keep livin´ your life Put everything you got into your truth That instrument you carry around, that is a tool The most precious one you´ll ever have, there´s no shortcuts in the craft Because the craft is actually just a path to discover you It can get you pussy, respect, money, fame And they love to call it, "the game," but please do not get it confused ´Cause that´s just the temptation that God is going to put in front of your face to see how bad you really want the jewel And you don´t run this shit, these are God´s words
And when you catch the Holy Spirit, thank God first Kill the ego, kill the need to keep on pleasin´ people Self-centeredness and self-will isn´t how God works We only here for a blink and it´s gone So, what you gonna do with the ink you use in your songs? Regardless of your deal, or the label that you´re on When you die, the Universe already owns them all