I probably sent up more prayers for the naysayers than my day ones
They'll be sick comparing my trophies to what they won
Made love to mistakes and made more
And even when my feet couldn't reach the floor, I never gave up
Who gon' save us?
When the last bit of change you scraped up, get added to what you had saved up, and the effort get paid dust
I trade trust for the faith and devotion
Nights I struggled to eat, fed off the hate and emotion
The belly of the beast craved us
Never wanted to see you win when you winning
Hate to see you smile when you're grinning
Call the Lord a boy when you're sinning, Sophie
We ball, I exude greatness
Learn never lose, to earn is my muse
I'm only regular at the bank
Jet fuel in my gas tank, head of my class rank
How's it going for me?
I can't complain
