[Intro]

[verse 1]

If I wasn't that beautiful blooming petal from concrete

And just a flower my pollen falling at God’s feet

Would fly sneakers resonate? Jealousy? Hate?

Or from the bleachers would they plead the blood of Jesus that I elevate?

My simple wonderings, all my success is humbling

I can’t succumb to that

Cause these homies in my circumference

They real niggas, Real niggas get it popping

Like 23 on my back, so me backing down ain't no option

I inspire them to rise for a change

I mastered the art of creation

Being patient, opening lanes

I put my hood on the map

I got one shot at that spot, two niggas waiting to trap

Fade away trey for the win

Now they’re screaming I’m top five

When I’m carried by six niggas

Make them remember I was the seventh one

[hook]

Truth is, I got a pathological palate, I’m passionate

So I can’t waste these talents

Even if the “J” I lit is on and off again

I’m better equipped to tighten my grip

Before quitting on what I offer, I put hours in

See they say my talents are towering awful high in the sky

But some niggas who see me skying don’t really want me to fly

Cause they don’t champion my championships

I ain't trying to pitch a nigga Caine fame

No pistols and colored handkerchiefs

Stressing is failure, progression pour through my pores

Like sweat as wet as that net

When I’m blessed to step on the floor

My mission to conquer, confident, karma be my reward

To get my mama out that Honda, put niggas on one accord

I’m more livid than timid, that’s period

Not a colon or comma

Not while I’m breathing and not a meaning diminished

I put my love on the sentence

God relates to my struggles

On the seventh day he was finished

[hook]