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Grew up without my father, he was barely in the pic,
My mother had her man’s, but he wasn’t helpin with,
Paying bills, buying food, let alone raising her kid,
No help with school, so I would always try to skip,
We would never have money, so I turned for ways to flip,
Sold weed in sixths, but luckily I got out of the mix,
But I taught myself to stop, wasn’t guidance or no tips,
Felt like my mom did her best, but there was something that was missed,
I was an only child, you’d think I’d have all the attention,
But I felt a lack of that, it hurt, made me feel so distant,
Middle school I would cut, not classes, I mean my wrist,
I felt a bit depressed, felt like any day could be the end,
I wrote a couple notes, but I’d ball em up and trash em,
Kept a smile on my face, act like thoughts like that could never happen,
Seventh wasn’t lucky, I would get in lots of fights,
But I was sick of life at home, sick of school, sick of the sights,
Sick of all the issues, and not being treated right,
So I snuck out one night, plotted running away,
I ain’t get too far in the plans of my escape,
Got out for a bit, I was running like a stray,
Came back in the morning, before my people wake,
Thought, “there has to be a way out, this ain’t a place for me to stay,”
In eighth I’d start to write, I was 13 at the time,
I put pencil to the pad, started filling in the lines,
I said damn I’m way too good, but really I ain’t even tryin,
Imagine what I could if I only I keep up the grind - so it’s,
Jumpin out my slump,

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Fuck dragging my feet,
Whole list of goals,
That I’m all tryna meet,
This that 3am written,
I can’t even fall asleep,
This that make shit happen,
Who cares about a dream?
This that fuck sitting down, mane,
Get up out ya seat,
I got wallets to fill,
I got buildings to go build,
Only worried bout my girl, myself and my guild,
Y’all was sitting on the porch, I was out in the field,
I was skipping sleep, skipping work, skipping meals,
I was in the stu, don’t care about I feel,
All I know is grind, all I know is ambition,
If ya ain’t with it, you don’t see the damn vision,
And if you ain’t the picture, you can’t see the image,
And if you ain’t bout the cheese, ain’t no smiling with you bitches,
So if you ain’t tryna get it, then don’t try to visit,
Bitch I’m back in business, dressed in all black, on a mission,
By any means necessary, you best not be sitting,
I ain’t tripping, I ain’t bitchin, I’m just tired of the endless wishes,
You know you done with the struggle when you tired of not being able to fucking go get it
I been, repping 13 for almost 13 years, 
I been in my bag, used to worry bout my peers,
But niggas switch like lights, and it’s weird,
But it’s funny how the world spins, but don’t be shocked when you ain’t here

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