Ay, let me just thank God for this moment
I said in an interview years ago, I got down on my knees
And I prayed for the strength to see my potential
Here we are, make it, maintain it, part one, look
It's been a crippling journey, I swear
Had a couple bones snapped that I'm still trying to repair
Put my city on a map, I'm hardly there
I thought I'd keep my bed right here and shave off my hair
Can all my margins relapse, I don't need to rap
Let me be clear, to all these shit bike rappers that I'm trying to compare
I never had the 9 to 5 with a desk and a chair
This is a gangster's paradise because we're finally there
I set the pace for 10, 15 years
I know they like to say I'm paid cause of a clash
But I sell pain and this pain isn't borrowed
My cousin died this year, that's the one I would follow
I couldn't keep watching him drown in his sorrows
And we would dig it up, keep it in a bag
And we didn't chat for years and I still don't chat to his dad
All my own product, hook, shotgun, pellets, freedom masks
It's ironic when your cousin's getting buried
Not the strap, but that's just family
I don't need an uncle or an auntie
Trauma cuts you deep, but I'm a soldier, fuck a band-aid
They say they'll hold you down when they can't even hold a handshake
That's all my life, and all these industry pirates and thieves
No, I came up robbing in the first place
I'm from where the sirens sing, something like the mermaids
Labels want you in a contract, it's like a birdcage
They don't wanna see you flying, still I'm on a flight
Sitting by the window eating chicken parmigiano
On the way to Christ the Redeemer, Rio de Janeiro
It's not legendary if they plateau
They're cold like a 99, me, I'm a Sicilian gelato
By the bomboclat, itch, I'm like Mavado
Lump in my throat like I swallowed an avocado
Full of blood, I had to toughen up
Luckily my cousin told me how to get these customers
Just bailing off my Nokia
I hustle day and night, but I'm no Kid Cudi
In the trenches, your trainers get muddy
I see man get pennies by association
That you're guilty from the wheel, you better throw away my non-face, hoodie
It's ironic how the hood's hotter when it isn't sunny
It was mid-winter when I first sat on Box Money
You get haters when you make it, they'll discredit how you've done it
Doing interviews, spitting out their dummy
When you win, you have to evolve
You can make the snobby revolve
They'll still talk like he's capping, you weren't really involved
Like you wasn't in the kitchen while they crack on the stove
Like you've never seen a body separate from a soul
I had to let them take shots like I'm Cathy Patron
Some night's paranoia taking the toll
The angel on my shoulder told me I should go with the flow
The demon told me I should fuck off music, go to their home
There's nobody in my league, my neighbourhood or my street
I'm thinking I should invest in Abu Dhabi or Nice
I thank Yahweh, I'm blessed and I don't see the police
I wanted GTA6, they gave me PTSD
He said we burst into the studio, my gang gonna chrome
I ran upon so many man, I just continue to scroll
Just know I'm on my Jack Jones if I'm holding a pole
With tears running down my face till my belly is soaked
Threatened to stab me up like I couldn't get him
I just knocked him out cold You can ask Linden if you think I'm messing
Heard he murdered someone with the Gotti or the Smith & Wesson
Everyone's a gangster till they haven't got their weapon
And everybody's clever till they have to learn their lesson
Stood my ground as an adolescent
I told myself I'd only fight in self-defence
So when it broke through my fence
I snapped two jaws in ten seconds No shuffings
You complete a game when you're laughing in a storm
And you're dancing in the rain
I'm on new money no more I don't need a chain
I just need a gymnasium so I can train
Always knew that I was going to the top
Once you make it, you have to maintain what you got
Couldn't see my destination
Felt like I was driving in the front
I've been close to giving up, boy, my spirit has a dark past
Tears on the page as I'm writing this down
I relive it in slow motion, it gets dark in the ocean
Learn to swim with the sharks, if you don't then you'll drown
Listen for the voice of God when the enemies loud
It was survival in my habitat when I looked back
I smelled cognac through the gaps in my ski mask
Still got fur underneath my nails and it's jet black
To escape hell you gotta crawl down the devil's back
It's been a crippling journey, I swear
Had a couple bones snapped that I'm still trying to repair
Put my city on a map, I'm hardly there
I thought I'd keep my bed right here and shave off my hair
Can all my margins relapse, I don't need to rap
Let me be clear, to all these shit bike rappers that I'm trying to compare
I never had the 9 to 5 with a desk and a chair
This is a gangster's paradise because we're finally there
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