Produced by RELTΔ

[Intro]

Lord forgive me, if I ain’t speaking

But I owe you my life and I mean it

It’s the weekend, I’ve been drinking

And my mind been playing tricks on me

Try to be the best me

Build a dynasty like the Kennedy’s

Find a Mara-leen – Monroe

But ever since I’ve been back home

Less friends more enemies

[Verse 1]

20 Huh

What dreams may come when you feeling that Big

And you feeling that Pac won’t ever come back

So you bumping that Frank Ocean by the Ocean

Feeling clairvoyant

Back in my city soul searching

Ain’t felt this good since ‘06

They like Retro oh shit that’s him

Man my hater’s know my front’s got no tints

But my car top off like a porn star

Was a born star to push foreign cars

And born to start – planet where history

Repeats everything it sees see my

My heroes died, died

Either strung out or gunned down

For they ever reach their peak, peak

So it’s on now, yeah it’s on now

We should be dead by now

Surprised we’re still breathing

Always caught between revolutionary drug users

Eventually started dealing cuz of the cards they was dealt

No Kings just Queens so them Jacks raised Hell

Raised by a Queen but no King so them Jacks raised hell

Judged their whole life, ironic they feel free on them courts

Had big dreams of playing ball with enough money to

Cop a sport

School a hidden beauty wealth, friends

Weren’t thinking test scores

We were thinking playoffs or world tours

Still have the dreams of being overseas

Only difference is, I’m on the verge of No I.D. just got I.D

But still tryna grind

Hard so my crew can have it all

Soon give my momma that black range

And plus my dad deserve the ball

Okay my brain begin to paint

This better than banging…. for a rank

Them Animals open up the gates

But never contempt with yesterday

Still taught

Enjoy the simple thangs

For they get to change

Fortune and fame

Now they know your name

Just to keep ya sane

Written letter from a girl her smile will stay

With me to my bodies has to lay

6 feet and my family bows and prays

Debbie I never had a chance to say

Stick with me don’t let your love stray

Think of your smile when things are grey

You always said it’d be okay

An artists

Who loves to paint from pain

And I was born to entertain

Meanwhile

[Hook]

I’m on 7th x Collins…

Still no off switch when you’re an artist

This game can leave your clique in The Departed

That’s why loyalty is so important when you’re starving

Minute them checks come when you’re balling

Everybody gon’ show up, like they were there when you started

Like they was there in apartment

With you and Ac as accomplice

Knowing your words were pure but world would make you target

[Verse 2]

Blood of a king, ancestors buried in gold hope old souls feel the dream

Hypocritical steez, cuz my predecessor's preached guns over bling…

Revolutionary but G, can’t trap me penitentiary

Pills, Shrooms, Weed, and Codeine

Discipline playing on key

If a pig roll up on me, I swear to yal’ my piss gon’ be clean

I was born to be an artist, sober thoughts real as can be

Ain’t no time to mess around, God been holding down

Back to sober now capping orders now, back the flowing route

Started to go -------- somehow, back to dormant hours

Casper on the mound, dodging all these sounds

Flashing cameras while passing over crowds

Fate back then kind and asking how

My dreams ain’t been found the ground

Flashback to where you see me now…

When I wasn’t on Viacom w/ Mouse

Still tryna lay-low up in my town

Acting like I don’t wear the crown

Probably was on..

[Bridge 2]

I’m on 7th x Collins…

Still no off switch when you’re an artist

I’m on 7th x Collins…

No off switch when you’re an artist