[Intro]

Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]

Dwelling on the future and past ain't doing nothing for you, homie, stop focusing on the cash

It's hard when the present is tense though

Weight up on your shoulders, yeah, it's always immense so

Maybe just let it go

Nowadays we focused on the confidence

Fuck the end result, it's 'bout the moment and the ambiance

It's obvious what makes you happy

Rapping with my younger self, it might sound self-indulgent, fuck it

Go and pat yourself up on the back

'Cause you went through the grind but somehow you madе it back

And should be proud of that

We made it out of that, cooking crack up in thе basement and supplying where automatics at

My childhood, I never had it back

But raising kids these days, it feel like I finally got it back

I used to wish I could visit myself a child and be there for him when no one was

But now I see that being surrounded by violence and drugs was everything he needed because

That isolation, it was the defining factor

To gain knowledge as a musician, writer, director and an actor

It's not about accomplishments, it's common sense

Picked up the mic at thirteen and I've been rhyming since

Now all the dreams that came true, yeah, it's cool but no offense, it's actually dense

So what matters most? Well, I don't need to tell you 'cause you'll find out

So, young man, pick up the mic and fuckin' wild out

[Verse 2]

Now ain't it funny how the whole thing changed

They said I'd never make it, now their words rearranged

I went from nothing to something

But I was something all along

Who you know on the come-up doing numbers in Hong Kong?

Got fans in LA, got fans in NY

Got fans down in Atlanta and all the way to the Chi'

We world wide, world wide motherfucker

They think we pay for promotion but our strength is in numbers

It's so comical, so hilarious

All these stupid groupie bitches want to marry us

And just a year ago, I had to pay to perform

And now venues across the country dropping stacks to go on

I've been working for years and sometimes I get heated

But those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it

I do it for the fans, they know what the message is

RattPack is world wide, don't believe it? Check the messages

[Verse 3]

And now I'm back but I'ma switch the style up

We moving at high speed, these fuckers is dial-up

You know I formulate my words like a dissertation

So let a brother proceed like litigation

I know you feel this deep inside of you, no penetration

We got something for everybody but in moderation

You gotta crawl 'fore you walk, I ball but you block

Share knowledge like it's stocks since the West Deer Park

Back in the days a 9 millimeter strays that grazed

My old apartment

Wherever I dreamed, that's where my heart went

Now, as a baby my Mama was on the bottle

Couldn't wait 'til I was of age to hit the lotto

Or the throttle and I'm gone

Like fuck the world, all I had was music and my girl

'Til that shit fell apart and this life unfurled

Nevertheless, I attest "Am I blessed?" Hell yes

Occasional stress, but I only bite what I can digest

Back in the day it was jeans and white tee's

Now I got so many sponsors I can't keep up with the companies

Now I'm not bragging about material possessions

I'm trying to teach you a lesson about business and progression

And what happens when you perfect the image in your profession

Ain't no second guessing, you know it's all about perception

I used to talk about the things I wasn't really doing

But I had to visualize it before I began pursuing it

Yeah, huh, and now a motherfucker doing it

But business aside, it's been a beautiful ride

'Cause I do it for the fans and brush the haters aside

[Outro]

(Is this what you want?)

Sinatra

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