Wild Chapters

(Hit-Boy)

Uh
In the Rolls truck, waitin' for the light change (ha)
Thinkin' damn, I came from the bottom, look how my life changed
And all I did was write pain
But I'm still runnin' the streets, line the hope one day I might change (cash)
My road through the trenches wasn't the cleanest (not at all)
I know I ain't perfect, I lied and I cheated
I know some of the shit I was doin' was too egregious
Told my girl, "I apologize", this time, I mean it (I mean that shit)
You know I got a good heart, yo, you seen it
Look at all the niggas I look out for and people I'm feedin' (know how I move)
Yeah, I had a son a lil' while after (ha)
And when he died, know it was hard for you to smile after (cash)
While all that was goin' on, I had a child after (pshh)
So how the fuck I'm 'posed to be a proud rapper? (Ha)
Story of my life, shit got wild chapters (talk to 'em, cash)

I'm so fried all day
On my grind always
Seen some foul, foul times
In this wild, wild life
And I ain't even trippin', no
Since the world we live in is so cold

Uh, been dealin' and sinnin' from the beginnin' (uh-huh)
Do whatever it take to make double profit percentage (sheesh)
From the stoops and the benches to 'partment project with fences (man)
Shit, we all just tryna get up out the trenches (yup)
Elevate your comprehension, consolidate your vision (oh)
If you were born to stand out, you wasn't meant to fit in (uh-huh)
Remember car too clean to let a sucka sit in
This trap music shit mad, show you how it begin
In every loss, you find a lesson, make a life investment (woo)
But up 'til then, man, live a trap life, the shit these rap niggas act like
You see I know how it feel to be behind the wheel (woo)
With a trunk full of dope, blue lights in the mirror
License and insurance, yeah, I'll show 'em, chill (man)
You either play this shit perfect or you go to jail
From hopin' I ain't got no warrants to Florence, Italy tourin'
Machine and the King, from Bankhead beyond
Goddamn

I'm so fried all day
On my grind always
Seen some foul, foul times
In this wild, wild life
And I ain't even trippin', no
Since the world we live in is so cold
And I ain't even trippin', no
Since the world we live in is so cold

I put it all on the line, these are signs of the times
Tryna keep peace of mind, guess I'm flawed by design
Pray to God to keep my sister alive
Down the Hennessy to keep the memories from fallin' out of my eyes
I seen some wild chapters (uh-huh)
Dealt with grief through all stages (uh)
The turnin' of the pages is deeper than Neil Gaiman
The world's in a hurry, it's hard to instill patience (uh)
Yeah, we due for reparations and niggas is still waitin'
I sit in silence, lookin' for silver linings
I feel like Robin Williams, laughin' to keep from cryin'
You'd understand too, if you only stood where I am
On the hills of Jerusalem, in the city of Zion

So fried all day
On my grind always
Seen some foul, foul times
In this wild, wild life
And I ain't even trippin', no
Since the world we live in is so cold

So cold, so cold, so cold