Woke up in the morning Tryna get it Woke up in the morning Steadying gritting Can’t nobody tell me nothing different Moving with a purpose With a vision Remember them days I was Stuck in Comanche Me and mama And sisters at home Too low on dollars To fulfill my fancy Breakfast Was Ramen on stove Chased after school Man Them boys couldn’t stand me Ran from the bus stop To home Seen what they couldn’t So I was abandoned Left with my thoughts all alone Had a vision Just to make it out Life is what you make it ‘bout Back and forth from aunties house Now I’m tryna figure out How to be a man and shit How to earn the right amount Put my niggas in a house Help ‘em take the brighter route RIP my nigga Jayy Overdosed the other day Battles I knew nothing ‘bout Had him drowning like a trout Wrestling with fear and doubt Had to find what work for me Wonder if it’s worth the peace To let ‘em hurt on me ‘Member all them days Stuck up in my room Trapped in isolation I was laying Waiting for my doom Dealing with depression As a man I couldn’t see myself Only thing I saw was Thoughts as weapons Tryna creep and loom Mama in and out of prison Saying that “I’m missing you” Cousin on them new prescriptions Always act a ****ing fool Little cousin’s father’s missing So they lack a couple tools Really ain’t my business ‘Cause I’m barely ‘round To see them bloom Busy on a mission Tryna put myself in better rooms Into better kitchens Baby spinach With Wasabi root No more reminiscing Bout the times I couldn’t See it through Crafted in his image So you know them blessings Coming through Sun upon my visage So them darkened clouds is Never due Ain’t nobody winning When the children And the family feuds I fall I die I try again I get back up And push to win