Wanted More

I remember before the deal you know
When I was down bad at my lowest low
You know dead broke homeless dirty
And dingy living in my car you know
I never seen what y’all saw you know
When I looked in the mirror you know
Even though I was fucked up from the outside
But I still seen a mother fucking star you hear me
I remember people calling me a loser
My life was full of drama and confusion
Down bag living in the projects
I had to stay down and trust the process
I wanted more, didn’t bend, didn’t break, didn’t fold, lord knows
I wanted more
Despite of everything I went through, I still knew I wanted more
Raised in a neighborhood where they murder folks
Where everybody either sellin dope or they doing dope
I’m up staring out my window the whole night
Seeing old heads that been in the hood they whole life
They just sitting under the tree playing dominos
No aspirations, they went as far as they want to go
I see the look of satisfaction all in they eyes
No more goals, they content with barely getting by
Just as long as they can smoke and drink, they was straight
It’s mind boggling to know that niggas think this way
How could you ever be content with being poor
Am I strange or am I wrong for wanting more
Stepped on my front porch and I looked down the street
And seen everything that I ain’t want to be
I put it in the air that I can make it anywhere
And I decided ima be a young, black millionaire
I remember people calling me a loser
My life was full of drama and confusion
Down bag living in the projects
I had to stay down and trust the process
I wanted more, didn’t bend, didn’t break, didn’t fold, lord knows
I wanted more
Despite of everything I went through, I still knew I wanted more
See poor people teach they kids
Go to school, get a diploma, then go get a job with it
Rich people teach they kids
Go to school, go to college, then go start your own business
Nobody really taught us how to multiply them Benjamins
How to get a grant or put together a business plan
None of my niggas know what a 401k is
But I bet they know exactly what a ounce of yay is
All of these fucking loses and all of these fucking coffins
And we accept that this is all life has to offer
Nobody really taught us nothing different
All we seen is murder
That’s why we walking with them sticks like a ninja turtle
Call me crazy but I was broke, I was homeless
At my lowest low and still ain’t believe for a moment that I wouldn’t make it
Knew my situation was temporary
One foot in prison, the other was in the cemetery
I remember people calling me a loser
My life was full of drama and confusion
Down bag living in the projects
I had to stay down and trust the process
I wanted more, didn’t bend, didn’t break, didn’t fold, lord knows
I wanted more
Despite of everything I went through, I still knew I wanted more