Note to Self

[Intro] [?] [Verse 1] Survival of the fittest, only the fittest survive Had so many losses, I'm just glad to be alive I have my heart tied to my back, turn around, got stabbed many times Never cried, hid my emotions up in my rhymes I've got the heart of a lion [?] pilgrim I've got words on repeat like a stammer, put down like nails by a hammer Put me down so many times I remember Close to death like on a hospital bed on ninth of November Nobody seemed to write me a letter Mom was the only one prayin' and prayin' that I get better But it's cool though, I made it out Felt like I was locked up, and these niggas didn't want to hear me out Gettin' it is my only mission, [?] he see the vision People grew a weak disposition, so I had to let 'em out to keep my distance Best thing was to keep my distance Turns out when you've got clout, girls who hate you grow a real persistence [?] Girls who hate you get real persistent when you got clout Guys who laughed at your 'gram askin' for shout-outs Exes knocking on closed doors like girl scouts, yeah Guys who laughed at your 'gram askin' for shout-outs, that's real [Verse 2] My mother's prayers keep my killers still procrastinatin' Niggas ain't doin' what I'm doin', but you know I ain't hatin' I ain't hatin', straightforward nigga, you know I ain't fakin' Where I'm from we say it, my G, we don't spray it Got different methods, my nigga We don't use weapons, my nigga Just slap a lock on the trigger, might be the ring on the finger I been wavy since a baby, didn't know it, though I am so real like a full bag of crisps, or UFO Late nights in studio, locked up in my room at home in the zone Ask your uncle to swing me the microphone Studio, ask your uncle to swing me the micro—