Lyrics from snippet
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Uh, in the Rolls truck, waitin' for the light change
Then again, I came from the bottom, look how my life changed
When all I did was write pain, but I'm still runnin' the streets
Mama hope one day I might change
My road through the trenches wasn't the cleanest
I know I ain't perfect, I lied and I cheated
I know some of the sh*t I was doin' was too egregious
Told my girl, "I apologize", this time, I mean it
You know I got a good heart, yo, you seen it
Look at all the ni**as I look out for, people I'm feedin'
Yeah, I had a son a lil' while after
And when he died, know it was hard for you to smile after
While all that was goin' on, I had a child after
So how the fu*k I'm 'posed to be a proud rapper
Story of my life, sh*t got wild chapters
[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Yeah
Cards in my hand had me questionin' the dealer
God, if you're there, I need a sign that I can see
Mama, why you prayin'? Hope you savin' one for me
I heard them shots ring, but I didn't feel a thing
Uh, story of my life, open book for you to read
When I'm back on my feet, I'ma stand like a king
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Uh, been dead in the city from the beginning
Do whatever it take to make double profit percentage
From the stoops and the benches to 'partment project with fences
sh*t, we out here tryna get up out the trenches
Elevate your comprehension, consolidate your vision
A few born to stand out, you wasn't meant to fit in
Remember car too clean, [?] sit in
This trap music sh*t mad, let me show you how it begin
In every loss, you find a lesson, make a life investment
But [?] man live a trap life, the sh*t these rap ni**as act like
See, I know how it feel to be behind the wheel
With a trunk full of dope, blue lights in the mirror
License and insurance, yeah, [?]
You either play this sh*t perfect or you go to jail
From hopin' I ain't got no warrants to Florence, Italy tourin'
Machine and the King, from Bankhead beyond
God damn
Lyrics from snippet 2
[Chorus: Novel]
I'm so fried all day
On my grind always
Seen some foul, foul times
In this wild, wild life
And I ain't even trippin', no
Since the world we live in is so cold
And I ain't even trippin', no
Since the world we live in is so cold
[Verse 3: Novel]
Put it all on the line, just a sign of the times
Try to keep peace of mind, it's a flaw by design
Pray to God to keep my sister alive
Down the Hennessy to keep the memories from fallin' out of my eyes
I seen some wild chapters, dealt with grief in all stages
Turnin' all the pages, deeper than Neil Gaiman
The world is in a hurry, it's hard to instill patience
[?] reparations and ni**as is still waitin'
I sit in silence, lookin' for silver linings
I feel like Robin Williams, laughin' to keep from cryin'
You'd understand too, if you only stood where I am
On the hills of Jerusalem, in the city of Zion
[Chorus: Novel]
I'm so fried all day
On my grind always
Seen some foul, foul times
In this wild, wild life
And I ain't even trippin', no
Since the world we live in is so cold
[Outro: Novel]
So cold, so cold, so cold