[Phonte]

After a year of misconceptions

Fast food and late night sessions

Let down froze out change and redirection

Misderected anger and unchanneled aggression

And shout out to my crew, word up peace and blessings

For keeping me sane through all the stressing

Deceating my brain repeating the same unanswered questions

J-League blow the spot nigga filmin eleven

Serving emcee's like the finest deli contestant

But it's more than just spittin flows

Yo let me run it down

My son is running now

The nigga getting old

It's time to re-up now and book some bigger shows

Hit up on this front money as if you didn't know

It's all about plates dog, so fuck your talent show

Let's word to 9th sean poo ...

We got the world loving it yall

Couldn't do it if it wasn't for yall

I ain't fuckin wit yall

[Hook]

[Phonte2]

I put my life in my rhyme ya'll that's why I gotta do it

Some niggas die nameless

Some die without a dollar too it

Some niggas set goals but don't ever follow through it

So every night I'm saying amen like howard hewett (pronounced hue-wit)

Been thinking bout the times when I was stressing and shit

When im creatin to the beats niggas is blessin me with

It's like the heavens is picked ME to make this delivery

See I like making money but I rather make history

And I ain't a nigga that's all righteous and spiritual

I'm just tryin to be remembered for more than a year or two

Chill with my son and play some records in the living room

Have him bobbing his head like "yeah pops I'm feeling you"

I guess that's why I couldn't fuck with the material

Cuz when my album drop it ain't no telling what this shit'll do

Whether yall bang it in the parking lot

Or sell it for 99 cents in the bargain box

Just know a nigga put his heart in it

A nigga put his whole heart in it

All the pain and the scars in it

We gon keep rockin it on to the break of day

This real shit yall never take away

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