In

[Verse 1]
I put it all in a song
I was hoping we’d get along
Survived the storm
In my thermal to stay warm
I proved 'em wrong
Nope, they couldn’t do it like me
They come with vengeance and scoped to peep my strategy
I took pride in originating the things I do
And that alone will make me happy ‘cause I know I’m true
I came this far without no sleazy hoochie mama
My repertoire, go tell my story you could thank my karma
This poor kid that was suffering back in Africa
Became a lil brethren, blessed in North America
Just imagine what’ll happen if I pack the show
If everybody heard my lyrics on the radio
If I could touch 'em with the tablet from my patio
When I ain’t get that many plays on my video
I’m just me and I’m blessed to be continuing my working success
Eliminating my stress