Yeah, uh

I could feel the sin in my lungsThe magic in my skin

The weight on my heart

The flame on my pen

The chip on my shoulder that′s stacking on ten

The blood in my hand, help me run from my friends

Oh, you got a problem, that shit happens often

Shouldering that, tryna chase my dreams, it's so exhausting

And I got haters acting like they ain′t

Shit in they closet, well, since we here talking, I'ma empty mine out

Let's visit my house, no words really spoke

Just me and aunty workin′ to dig ourselves out of holes

I wake up everyday and roll what I got left

And if I′m all out, I know there's some on her shelf

I know that′s fuckin' low, but fuckin′ low is where I'm dwellin′

I gotta make it now 'cause if I don't, there′s no tellin′

I was 24, still sleepin' on floors

Sneakin′ girls in, still peakin' through doors

They say I′m slatted to make it, that's not on this bank statement

But I never even hear them, real men stay patient

I been here five years grindin′ harder than you think, man

So if pullin' me down is even close to what you thinkin'

Just know I′m not afraid to die for the shit that I believe in

I′m gon' stay forever, you the one that′s gon' be leavin′

I'm gon′ be heatin' up and you the one that's gon′ be steamin′

I realize when I wake, my peace of mind might be in danger

I feel deep in my heart my biggest haters aren't strangers

I feel they energy, they judging me for claiming Berkeley

But it meant to me what Oakland meant to Shore when he was 14

I don′t see why I'm defending shit that made me what you look at

Shoutout to all the ones that show me love at all the cookouts

And shoutout to the ones that accept me for me

And shoutout to the homie for selling me good weed

You might catch a contact if you fuck around with me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Aye, shoutout to the ones that accept me for me

And shoutout to the homie for selling me good weed

You might catch a contact if you fuck around with me (′round me)

Godspeed to the women that I fucked with

Grand rising to the only one that I lay up with

She in love with me and she don't care about no money

My family say she gold digging, I just think it′s funny

'Cause she the only one that ever understood

I am a museum, she just come and look

I am like a library, she just came to read, she don't judge the books

I be overseas, we be hella shook

I be out for weeks at a time now

Weeks turn months from apartment to a duplex

New day, new stretch

Thinkin′ ′bout the past when everything was bad

Got a baby on the way, a pregnant women on my ass

But the feelings I don't have, and the bag I don′t got yet

Felt like I was fuckin' up a few lives, trapped in my momma crib

Baby, baby, momma I was out of it

Workin′ out the basement, glad I made it out of there

I could move a mountain if I want to

I could make somebody dreams come true

I torch the struggle like it's nothin′ new

I lit up the tunnel, I take Kota in the rain and we

Be dancin' in the puddles and he love me like a fool

He taught me what is love

Feel like I could never lose even when this shit is rough

Got a woman and she's strong

And if we have a daughter, I ain′t worryin′ at all

I know she gon' be a queen, ′cause she followin' her mom

Hey, shoutout to the ones that accept me for me

Shoutout to the homie for selling me good weed

You might catch a contact if you fuck around with me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

So shoutout to the ones that accept me for me

And shoutout to the homie for selling me good weed

You might catch a contact if you fuck around with me, yeah, yeah