All My Children

[Intro]

Ooh

That shit feel crazy

Okay

Okay, okay, yeah

Shout out the guy, right here

Yeah

It's tight, homie

For real

Ayy, ayy

[Verse]

Gettin' here cost me a lot but this feeling is priceless

Don't know how much life I got left but I'm livin' it righteous

Plenty nights I spent just tryna get a grip on my vices

Knowin' even Stevie Wonder seen a few M's in his life, it's

A couple things I still gotta figure out

Word to 2 Chainz, I spent a big amount

Of all my spare time registerin' with changes, I made to deal with doubts

But when you on a different path, you gotta take a different route

I know my destination, amazing graces

Gracious for the fact I'm in spaces where God's playin' favorites

Maybe it's my lack of discernment hurtin' my transformation

Why in the fuck would I worry though like I ain't the greatest?

Whole team standin' in the green

This shit look like we been been mowin' lawns

Court side at Staples, you would think that we know Lebron

At war with the stars, in here feelin' like Obi Wan, for real

Went from dancin' at them shows with Rami and Terrence

To my music blaring 'cross the world

You can put us side by side but there's no comparing

Y'all just not as good

I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent

Okay, that boy got it, for real

Remember nights we couldn't eat, now we got a few mil'

No filler on the album, cue up, how does it feel?

They tryna find my Achilles, I want that house on the hill

I want it all

Shit, they want the old me

Shit is funny 'cause niggas don't even know me

Bein' real, I was scared to put this out lowkey

'Til a nigga who ain't had hoes tried to ho me

He told me y'all wouldn't want an album full of love songs

Why? When it's somethin' everybody feel

And I'd much rather talk 'bout how I love these hoes then to spend a whole album tryna tell you that I'm real

So I ain't gangsta as a Gucci or Thugga, boy

That Drac' on me though Certified Lover Boy

Ants can't tell bees how to make no honey

So a broke nigga can't tell me how to make no money

How I'm not gon' make love songs with a bitch this bad?

How hatin' not gon' fuel me up when this shit is gas, shawty?

If I said that I ain't care I'd be lyin'

But how somebody with no heart mad 'cause I'm bearin' mine?

So, fuck you to the people who just couldn't see it

And fuck me for the moments when I was here agreein'

Imposter syndrome just a part of bein' genius

I'm so fire sometimes, I can't even believe it

Seein' this shit from the other side

How folks brown nose for the green, make me wish I was color blind

I got signed and my mother cried like my brother died

Livin' out my dreams and I ain't even close my eyes

Don't rush this shit, nigga, trust this shit, motherfuck a risk

Done lolli gaggin', I popped without all the sucka shit

Even though this game high stakes, I can't get enough of it

That's why I do a job well done, no matter how tough it get

Your wildest dream, just another check on my bucket list

Live your life, my nigga, you can't be scared to

I got some partners who died that never got the chance

And know some others who still livin' that's dead too

I picked up a pencil, look where it led me

Out here breakin' records like I'm Greg Street

Knew when I started, back when my hair was parted up like the Red Sea

With the words I was gon' excel, fuck a spread sheet

I can't do no 9 to 5, niggas ain't payin'

Enough to feed my soul, I ain't playin'

Dropped out of school, boy, my family cued up them blank faces

But the only statements I care 'bout right now is bank statements

Life is just a stage, on which we make a wage

The actors underpaid, I mean, but hey, guess that's just the price of fame

The director stay the same but over time the cast will change

So break a leg or you'll get cast again, my nigga

'Cause God just someone that I ain't met yet

And a long life is just a death threat

So I'ma love, and fuck it, I'ma live

And I'ma give it all 'til it's nothin' left to give

Put that on my kid (Kid, kid, kid)