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I thought this shit never would change
Chose another path and not the normal hood thing
Except normal from where I came I was the young dude
Chasing many good things, smoking on the kush
Because it elevates me, man, now I'm caked up
I've proofing deals from my I-Phone, can't say enough
About what I'mma do for my home
HEARTBREAK is the game, we rented this on our own
If a nigga got a problem I handle it if I want
That's what people thinking that I want
Disrespecting something that a nigga won't condone
I'm five years ahead, finna twist my hair in dreads
'Cause these niggas dreading me while I'm stacking cheese over bread
Used to play ball but I chose music instead
Changed the whole landscape of music but don't get the cred
Fans watching like tits ad, I miss yesterday like Crick said
I cost a lot of cheeses with my bricks said
CALIFORNIA KING, but I ain't talking about a bed, nigga
Started off hustling, ended up balling
Spalding, Rawlings, Irving, Johnson, pinged off and sponsored
Kicking off of concerts, people in my city think that I got all the answers
But I don't and I never will, Bronson
So fuck an independent, my cheddar mill constant
Turn into to a burden to have the whole day on my shoulders and that's for certain
Y'all laughing, y'all chilling, I'm working, I'm working
Peace while my heart's spilling these verses
Kill 2 was a turning point
Sitting, politicking with my homies while burning joints
Putting in that work simply to earn a spot
Everybody cooking, I decided to stir the pot
The pot called the kettle black, I'm up writing better raps
I'M LOOKING FOR LOVE but I'm too scared to get attached
My auntie on drugs, I ain't have one of the greatest dads
My granny would make me smile, my granddaddy would make us laugh
I got my mom's sense of style, my auntie Kim's sense of humor
I'm Martina's little brother, the bastard, simple looser
The one that the kids abuse in the class, crab and my pop pops passing
Now I'm riding around in LA in a drop top laughing
See what I'm saying, turn your close captions on
Thought it was a fluke, doubt it would last this long
'Cause I'm Kanye second generation
HEATING UP THE ROOM, don't expect no ventilation
Check my background like you work at immigration
When competition is yourself, that's your only intimidation
Now I made it but I ain't did shit yet
I'm just asking for your respect

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