Lyrics
Come here, come here. Sit down right here, sit down right here
Look, we’re on our own path to walk
What that man’s gonna become, whatever that man got, that might not be who you
are
That-that's probably not who you’re supposed to be
It’s your bun, your bun with opportunity
I want you to understand that. What’s your story?
Hello my name is, doesn’t matter ‘less I’m relevant
White trash, young and out of my element
4 kids, mama raising us Catholic
Always use some scraps with the neighborhood black kids, yeah
My pop’s saying that he beat up blackheads
Got to watch Charlie there break his back for peanuts
I knew I had to pick a different door
Refusing to take monotony, gotta be more than this in store
Music telling me to listen more
The Beatles had me wondering who run with me when I’m 64
Smartest move would be start a crew
Being dope is something hard to prove, if no one will market you
Cool, just me
For a performer, well there’s no fuller corner
You know how trust be
I knew I could
If the battles don’t speak, homie the music should
Yeah, you understand man most of the time the path is clear
You know, sometimes it’s not
Well, you gotta figure out what it is you’re supposed to be
Man you gotta a decision to make
You’re gonna be mediocre? Or you’re gonna be one of the greatest to ever do it?
Yeah, I’m building up a few new fans
I’ve build a name through the game and a YouTube brand, but I
I still wrestle with the battle hacks
You see me killing it on BET, but haven’t bought the album yet?
Miss me ‘cause if I’ll one day blow
My real fam-door people keeping floodgates closed
Fuck it, the embodiment of hard work
‘Cause you can’t be a champion boxer until you spar first
Kiss to the sky, I love you mom, I made it
You told me Trevor, you could never be scared, if you get a shot then take it
Let the people in hip-hop debate it
You see I damn sure earned it even if I’m not the greatest
