Uh, yeah
You know, um
I just wanna apologize, um, in advance, really
For all of my mistakes that I’m— I’m bound to make
That I’ve made in the past, though
No human is— is perfect and I’m not tryna be, either
Yeah, alright
If only Father Time had the patience of Mother Nature
If only I was wiser when I first discovered paper
If only Martin Luther never stayed at the Lorraine Hotel
Shit, he’d still be alive and well
Shout out my n#gg# Yo Gotti, that’s my Memphis connect
He always put his n#gg#s on and so I give him respect
My right wrist Audemars, left wrist a Patek
f#ck a aux cord, n#gg#, throw that sh#t in, cassette tape
I went to Westlake High where death rates rise
And some people go on to waste the rest they lives
I go back every now and then to check they vibes
The rest of my classmates workin’ tech-based jobs
I just bought a Range Rover and did a song with Nas
In the belly of the beast where the strong survive
Tryna move past the lows and prolong the highs, huh
But still I rise, yeah
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