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Aw man, fuck that shit I've been with it

I was grinding from the sun up to sun down for Mississippi

On the late night, ain't much more that you could tell me

Ain't much that I ain't sold that you could sell me

Out of the kitchen I'm whipping something to change up

Calling up the radio only for them to hang up

Frustration boiling, I harbor and let it linger

Hit the booth and burn the perfume from all of the anger

Goddamn, when I'm on, they gotta pay up

Every motherfucking pot that I weigh up

Roaches in our hotel, I gotta stay up

One day, God gon' answer my prayers

Angels watch over me in my city

In case a hater want my place then come get it

I never wanted more than I needed, just tryna maintain

Make a couple plays and show my brothers the same thing

Ride clean even if it was a plain Jane

I used to be on foot trynna chase change

A meal a day will get me through the trenches

A pack of ramen noodles, Faygo drank ain't fulfilling

But fuck it, if the next step is begging for a biscuit

In the soup line of the church house kitchen

I put the pieces together, lo and behold

I know the game's a rabbit hole but how far does it go?

To the money, perhaps

Financial freedom is far from the trap

Far from the “fuck yous” and fraudulent daps

Far from the city, you might need a map to get where I'm at

The only time you ever see me drop a pen

Long as there's breath in my lungs, I keep goin' in

Long as 11 ain't the mark, I'll be at a 10

Forever Multi to the very end