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LYRICS: Never turn my back on my birthplace Leave it to my city making sure that the dirts straight Leave my kids just enough cause I’ll fail them the worst way If I raised some rich spoiled white girls in the first place, yeah Leave a legacy, one worth remembering In my robe looking out on Rome on the mezzanine like Why creators are the last one with some equity Put myself in a position to pass it to my people And that’s why I’m not settling, more Capital than Beverly Before my grandma died she saw me on Jeopardy Still think PJs are too expensive Still don’t make music with people I ain’t friends with Still fuck the industry and no I don’t mess with People that my mama wouldn’t want to have for breakfast That’s right The suits, the streams, the snakes, the schemes, the steady Pursuit of paper over truth and dreams Loyal to my soil, never change the oil Kept the motor running, kept my foot up on the gas And push to start the button Everything I thought I always wanted, everything it wasn’t Never know that God is everything until you lose sight of Him, yeah Never know that God is everything until you lose sight of Him Said it’s written on my face, I can’t play it off I got so much on my plate, I can’t shake it off But I’m built for this, I’m built for this I been staying in my lane, keep my head down I was losing my faith but I’m blessed now God told me, “you built for this” I know I’m built for this You weren’t supposed to die here You were supposed to fly here Look what you built off your imagination Could’ve never imagined the places you would’ve been taken because your ideas This is in your veins like where the IV is My mama’s Dodge minivan became my own at 16 Before sixteen ever got you a phone Maybe when I was 13, 12, 11, who knows But I was in the back of that motherfucker writing my poems On shrooms with the busted boombox Thinking that this special brew and beater I was Tupac, nah If I could go back and give that motherfucker advice I’d say it was already written, boy Keep living your life Put everything you got into your truth That instrument you carry around, that is a tool The most precious one you’ll ever have There’s no shortcuts in the craft Because the craft is actually just a path to discover you It can get you pussy, respect, money, fame and They love to call it the game but please do not get it confused Cause that’s just the temptation that God is going to put in front of your face To see how bad you really want the jewel And you don’t run this shit, these are God’s words And when you catch the Holy Spirit thank God first Kill the ego, kill the need to keep on pleasing people Self-centeredness and self-will isn’t how God works We only here for a blink and it’s gone So what you going to do with the ink you use in your songs? Regardless of your deal or the label that you’re on When you die, the universe already owns them all That’s God’s will It’s all God’s will
