Hook
Even when you're on the standing edge
You look down
At your feet
Got a long way to reach
They can't see what you see
Hold tight
Go fight
You just gonna watch me climb
Verse 1:
No possibility
Mom had daughters she wasn't feelin me
We gon' stop at two
No walkin through cause this is k**in me
But really wit my ability
Show fertility
I'm here for something meaningful
Cause now this is a trilogy
Little did she know
Behold
Here come the leo
Doc was incorrect when he told
Momma that she closed
Tube tied baby you a blessing
Doc was guessing
Ima have trouble with my progression
So depressing
But I made it to that college mama
Where they be professing
And i got GPA
Around 3.8
Drivin on the open freeway
And runnin relays
Livin life without a delay
Or even replays
But that don't mean events were ever missed
Remembering the name of every girl i ever kissed
Proving one in that a million can actually exist
As i travel through the storms
While fighting it through the mist
I just tell em this
Verse 2
Shoutout to charmaine
Hope i can carry our name
With half as much the bravery
Genetics coulda gave to me
Its hard to see you struggle like you do
Remember all the things you used to juggle
Hiking through
The nights were blue
But life just glued you to a chair
No fair
Like kids wit no hair
Disease is like a cancerous
This always what my answer is
She sick and she immobile but alive
I was only 5 eyes barely survive the cry-
People kept on tellin me that god gon' let the good come out of it
But i can't taste the good even if i took a thousand hits
And dad he stickin wit her never tell him that I'm proud of it
The reason i respect it when he say I'm not allowed to quit
And stay strong
For you momma y'all my motivation
In that place when it gets difficult to speak
And i got no quotation
But i can promise y'all we gon make it
Ima get the money have it liftin off
Like a gold spaceship
Verse 3
Nobody knows
How close
The body
Goes to d**h
Until they lay your clothes to rest
Then put the roses on your chest
And close the back
Hard to think
Ya boy was close to that
Young and
Thinkin bout the college booty
I was sposed to tap
It got me thinkin that I'm sposed to rap
How you close to heavens gates
And jesus let you bring some posters back
Hold up
Almost died in a corolla
Now I stay providing music people
Using when they roll up
Ironic
I knew my life would not amount to that
d**h keep pa**ing me the ball
And twice I bounce it back
People thinkin yo he bound to crack
Ain't nothin cracking except my knuckles
When i dream about me countin stacks
I grew up a little privileged
We dont have them millis
But ain't even close to frivolous
Never pay attention
Treat the money like the middle kid
Riddle this
Meltons growin up as rich little kids