[Part 1]
Back to the music, that's the game plan
Look inside my thoughts, yeah you see a changed man
From rags to riches
Sorta like a bad commitment
They said I had too much drive, I need a Countach
I took a lot of losses, but I'm winning like a montage
Rap it on this beat that my idol gave me to persevere
Shoutout Black Milk
Tryna switch the whole access when my verse is a pit
Surprise n*ggas, you clowns done f*cked up now
Chopping heads off and throwing all the corpses in ditches
Gave 'em the vision, took me for granted
They let me, I'm drifting away from what I used to be
I feel like I'm already dead inside
The kid I used to be is long gone from here
I can't let 'em down with my own career
[Phone Call]
[Part 2]
(One, two, three, huh)
They out here killing blacks, they out here killing blacks
[?] ain't there on the f*cking [?]
Pistol to his head, he never had a chance
Still nothing there than a pool of blood
What is that mean for America
Young black man getting killed again
Old hood burning to the ground though
I wonder if we ever make it out of this
n*ggas hating on me, n*ggas hating on me
Wonder if they really know anything
Faith is a consequence of fear though
I don't have the fear but a hand though
Told myself we going out with a bang
Told myself I'm going out with a bang
Dream so real, so f*cking real
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