(“Why does nobody else in this story help the hero? It sounds like if he doesn’t help these people, nobody else will.” “You see the thing with heroes, Kennedy, is that they get all the recognition, but they can’t do everything by themselves. Like it really takes a village to raise one. Like look at this story for instance: Los from Baltimore, Robbie, Fox and Kembe X from Chicago, ANTHM from New York – they all helped tell this story.” “So you’re saying a hero can’t be a hero without sidekicks?” “Exactly, that’s exactly what I’m saying. Even I have sidekicks. You know, my friend Matt Priebe helps me make good decisions, my friend Mitchell let me stay at his house when I didn’t have mine. You know? A hero has to really represent people and speak for them because they make him everything that he is.”
You know what it’s like chasin’ dreams when your tanks on E
Right now I’m chasin’ cream, you can bank on me
The way I write these lines, tend to light up your mind
Feel like Ali in the ring, young Mike in his prime
Before I sign a deal, it might be some time
Try’na make the tracks that you like then rewind
Know to myself sh*t hurts for a reason
If life was a sitcom, we only first season
So, will you tune in, watch me grind every weekday?
Life’s a long road, I’m 99 on this freeway
Try’na gas like replay, have my ass on replay
We don’t give a f*ck about the he say, she say
Know when Oprah talk we all watch what she say
But half the audience only watch what she weigh
The world’s cruel, we only care about the pay dirt
Write, produce, promote myself all in a day’s work
But I need this, hungry for success so I feed this
I paint the perfect vision, n*ggas stressed can you see this?
Are you blind to my dream, well my minds on my cream
Thank my supporting cast, there’s no “I” in my team
But girl you fly in them jeans, like you got a degree in aviation
Same chick that treated me like I had radiation
Talk to her, lip quiver at the line
Wasn't down with Derrick-Huie, John River that is fine?
When the scenario change
Used to play me like Luigi, now she try’na squeeze me up in Mario’s lane
Went from player 2 to player 1
Used to just pray for funds, source of reliability ‘cause everything I say is done
Know you pray for one n*gga, with layers to unveil the sun
Heir to the throne, John River is the mayor’s son
So know that, on no track, I no snap
I’m tainting scriptures, painting pictures, Mona Lisa
Throw away your Kodak, this is music on Prozac
I do it young throwback
But on for my city till we running on the globes map
Ain’t never finna go back
Know things change with some fame
These hoes try’na hang like a coat rack
And oldie with the soul clap, heart filled so clap
Beat with the bass that makes the audience go black
n*ggas told me box out, thinking I don’t see that
I’m Kobe in the 4th quarter, n*gga I don’t need Shaq
This is everything I am n*gga
(“What’s the heroes name?” “Like his first name? His first name is Matthew.” “That’s my brother’s middle name – Tremaine Matthew Williams. He’s in jail. They said he hurt someone, but it couldn’t have been that bad.” “I gotta go.” “But what about the story?”
“No, she came in later that week and I had, uh – hold on for a second, is that John? John? John! John! John, what’s going on?” “Did you know who she was?” “I thought I knew. You were mature to the point where it wouldn’t make a difference. She lost both her parents at 12, her brother’s going to jail for the rest of his life, and her’s.” “Dog, I don’t care, like I don’t know her.” “No one’s stopping you from leaving, so you can go, but her room is the last door on the left.”
“I know why you’re mad at me. My brother hurt your friend, right?” “Look listen, Kennedy, I’m not mad at you. When you get older there’s going to be a lot of people who are going to try to influence you to be places that you don’t want to be and do things that you don’t want to do. So, promise me, please promise me, that as long as you live you won’t ever try to be anything other than you. Okay?”)