Questions

Mama sayin' put the loud down, boy you need to pray
I feel like he ain’t hearing us, so what is there to say
Pops left some years ago, still feel that pain until this day
It’s hard to see the sun when all you’re surrounded by is the grey
Nobody seemed to understand, so thoughts stay concealed
Poppin' pills, they said they would help handle my feels
Workin' everyday to see my Mama chill
Found a better route and now I’m just tryna land me a deal still
I pray the lord do forgive me, I’m sinnin' everyday
I know my Mama ain’t proud of some of the choices I’ve made
Tryna be an example with this road I paved
Understanding what it takes, when you’re tryna be great
On the grind, daily to get this bread up
Instead of complaining I continue to keep my head up
Never told, never will, stickin' to the code
Play my role, gotta stay humble, know I’m about to blow
Cause we ain’t never wanted much but a couple bucks
Nothing deluxe, toast to success as we clash cups
A couple reaching out hands that ain’t been with the gang
It ain’t all love, Lord can I handle this thing called fame
Couldn’t gravitate toward the bottle, I seen it in action
Picked up the pad and started to practice laws of attraction
Gotta say my first song was short of amazing
But they seen the grind and know that lately the Yvngn’s been snappin'
It’s 3AM and success is on my mind
Know ima make it, but seeing it all in God’s time
It’s really funny a lot of these cats ambiguous
I could never be, my hustle lately been strenuous
So I know the payoff is finna feel continuous
Appreciate the love, a lot of people been generous
Cause currently things been falling into place
Took a break and came back cause I know the people irate
With the garbage and the lies a lot of em' pass
Never been trash, just had to regroup and bring it all back
Plaques is what I’m aiming for, but it ain’t bout that
Give some stacks to my mother and brother, tell em' count that
And some others too, but I gotta see how this play out
Never been worried what a hater has had to say bout
Anything I’ve done or about to do, watch close
A couple jockin' styles but it’s all cool
Cause we ain’t never wanted much but a couple bucks
Nothing deluxe, toast to success as we clash cups
A couple reaching out hands that ain’t been with the gang
It ain’t all love, Lord can I handle this thing called fame