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What a year it's been, a lot of ups and downs Keep fallin' off the wagon, but never hit the ground Or should I say the bottom? That's a place I'll never go Was drinkin' hella heavy, had no self-control Started doubtin' myself, had no motivation Liquor and depression is a bad combination Ain't doin' enough, just doin' the most Tasted some success, then I put that shit in coast Never comin' around, my ass was always ghost Not realizin' I hurt the ones I loved the most Refuse to fuck this up when our dream is too close Had to grow up and put my pride behind Got out of my funk, and now I feel alive Writin' verses with a smile while my daughter's by my side, like Look, mom, I made that! Look, mom, I made that! "The boy is a star", soon enough you can say that The boy came too far for me to just pick up and lay back Since way-way-way back, I been on playback And PB blendin' shit like Beethoven and Ajax Since Ye met A-Trak, Mosaic got his first Maybach Been told that I been chasin' a dream, even with paychecks Even if my rent's paid for, even if I pay state tax Even if it took me all across the world and way-way back Grandpa called it chasin' a dream and I can't take that SongtexteAh, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Yeah, yeah Check it, yo, check it With 48 percent, tryna make tragedy turn triumph But everybody tryna make family turn client How many shares you own, all my dreams Enough money can make any gathering turn riot Weekends full of distant daps and head nods Acknowledgin' niggas who really just spin jaw Who, me? Nigga, I been calm I just sense when a nigga think I'ma be his pawn Yo, I heard a lot of bullshit within this last year All chirp, that shit's for the birds If you ask here it's been a fast year, I hear they only get faster With more chatter, yo, but that shit don't matter, wassup? How far across you wanna go to go up faster? Is hard work worth it, or gettin' it all that matters? Yo, it's like the difference between stairs and a ladder I'm for the latter, spellin' don't change so many factors, wassup? You Mystery Tunes, I'm Mister Miyagi I fathered these niggas, this shit is a hobby No honor in some shit if niggas just copy, false valor ass niggas You didn't earn them stripes, you David Clarke ass nigga Fuck you, nigga (...starts fucking up) I was too good at gettin' involved If I was you I would've bet it all on me I mean honestly, I was down and lone I mean obviously, I was down the road I just honestly needed time to grow And you needed my mind but my pride took over Aus Songtexte Mania