[Kenn Starr verse]
Tryna get my paper up, bank account lower than my eyelids
Thinking 'bout going to an island and grindin'
A fine chick from behind like I'm giving the Heimlich
Instead I'm at my side gig on my nine to five shit
A helluva reality check for sure
So I eject the raw when they press record
And I been more than humble
'Til opportunity knocked on the door for Kenn Starr to run through
Now that I'm moving with more momentum
Shows and tours galore go get 'em
Blunts and booze and broads go figure
All that progress but the same ol' n***a
But I'm God blessed so I claim I'm the victor
Walking by faith road paved my agenda
To be remembered, from Suffolk Virginia
Lil' slim bruh but got damn a n***a pen tough
I'm dedicated to my craft and I'm more patient
Meditating in the lab tryna score greatness
Older now, bars gettin' a mature facelift
Even tho most of y'all n***as gone basic
I got goals and I'm gon' chase 'em
No amount of potholes in the road is gon' phase him
I'm gon' lace 'em, done came a long way since
I was living with mom recording in Sean basement