The gift is the curse, the verse or the hearse

Spent too much of my life living in reverse

But the writer’s block is over, claiming my turf

And I’mma get this thorough bread, I'm coming in first

Arrogate the throne, I am not the latest

I am in the zone, chasing my own greatness

Put in work all night all day, keep up cos haters free-lancing like the pacers

Cirque du Soleil, roles I’ve had to juggle

These masks I wear, costumes of the struggle

Momma was my dad, set the record straight

And I hope I inherited her every trait

And her every word, sticks just like a quote

And inspired this the realest shit I ever wrote

Put in in the song, that’s the antidote

Skipped being a kid, guess I am the G.O.A.T

[Chorus - Vandetta]

Momma told me boy pay attention in class, but momma I was too busy practicing...

My autographs, autographs, autographs, autographs

Momma told me boy pay attention in class, but momma I was too busy practicing...

My autographs, autographs, autographs, autographs

Inscribed in my textbooks, with hopes and dreams

And plans and schemes, but so hard it seemed

To forge my way to the top when people wanna see you

Stop, drop and roll, this life is out of control

But boy ignore the noise, gotta stay patient

Get your education, money ain't the motivation

So I perfected... every stroke every line

And soon will come the time, till then carpe diem with no dime

And when I kiss my mom, I taste sweat on her cheek

And see her empty neck. Things were looking bleak

Every time I hold her hand I feel it more weak

But I hear her strength every time that she speak

Tho' we haven’t found, we continue to seek

'Cos this Earth will be bequeathed to the meek

Momma things won’t be as bad as they seem

And right now I need you to sign off on these dreams

[Extended Chorus - Vandetta]

Momma told me boy pay attention in class, but momma I was too busy practicing...

My autographs, autographs, autographs, autographs

Momma told me boy pay attention in class, but momma I was too busy practicing...

My autographs, autographs, autographs

Boy you know

One day our lives will never be the same

And I’m so proud but

Don’t forget from where it is you came

The sky is the limit and it’s yours to claim

Know that one day they’ll be singing

Your name, your name, your name, your name

One day they’ll be lining up like they line up for Jordans

That is what I think about when in the booth recording

Destined to be legendary, never put work secondary, doing it January to January

Fake messiahs and false prophets, all in it for the profit

I hear the debates aww... please stop it

If there was no Magic and Kobe, there would be no LeBron

If there wasn’t no Em, Cole, and Kendrick, there wouldn’t be this song

[Chorus - Vandetta]

Momma told me boy pay attention in class, but momma I was too busy practicing...

My autographs, autographs, autographs, autographs

Momma told me boy pay attention in class, but momma I was too busy practicing...

My autographs, autographs, autographs, autographs

Heading from the draft to the rafters

Put our name in the Hall of Fame for the things we overcame

If unfit for tombs and hearse our legend be

It will be fit for verse let this be my eulogy

Heading from the draft to the rafters

Put our name in the Hall of Fame for the things we overcame

If unfit for tombs and hearse our legend be

It will be fit for verse let this be my eulogy