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 nеver settlin', more capital than Bеverly 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