square one

Hey
Back to square uno
I'm still tryna feed my daughter off this tune-o
I don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be debted
So I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes
Nigga, I got one question, is you comin' or not?
Is this expression or I'm comin' to rot
Let me know before I put my whole soul in a pot
Hope I can trust you
Show my face at sixteen and had the world in my damn hands
What an adrenaline rush, I came for the grand slams
Moments of hope was just peekin' out of them samples
Made them feel like how I felt 'til I had every answer
Passin' wave forms of sun peekin' into a mansion
Graduating early, baby, they can't hold me for ransom
Went to North Carolina, spent three months in that campus
Still got my Aggie pride, but left the fines and advances
I blinked and I was sober again
Seeing the world in the middle of October again
This shit I had up in my hand was a number to morsel
I stopped listening when niggas tell me that was a win
I learned restlessness from my mom, I get it, honest
That magic fleedin', it's ever my amnesia, chronic
I'm starvin' my stomach, been twistin' and turnin', sitting hollow
You pack these pockets for this future, I swipe it off 'em
I said I'm back to square uno (bitch)
I'm still tryna feed my daughter off this june-o
I don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be debted
So I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes
Nigga, I got one question, is you comin' or not?
Is this expression or I'm comin' to rot
Let me know before I put my whole soul in a pot
Hope I can trust you
Gramophones sittin' by my fireplaces, gold
I got it for the record that they bailed at all the shows
My son think it's perfect and it's his age-mates agree
But I feel like I got a million more tries to go
Ran around the world more times than I can count
Had the check clear more times than I can pout
Then came home, the clumps of wool sittin' on the floor
'Cause the teeth of my self doubt sunk right in the couch
Ever since the room saw them fangs growin' out
Never left that first square, I got grades goin' out
They all in the open for my little boy to see
I cannot decide if I want him to mirror me
The good news is that I don't gotta make a choice
'Cause he gon' do it anyways, a spite of what I could voice
I wish him good luck when he travel down the path
And if he find a balance then we both gon' rejoice