Light a Match

Over Teezy, pass me that lighter

Gotta have some shit lit for this one

I got my own fuckin' weed, man

Came a Long Way

Sometimes the realest shit

Be the hardest shit to say

Fuck it

It's necessary that I catch you up to speed

Lot more behind the scenes than what you seein' in my feeds

Spent two years straight on the road, chasin' down my dreams

Lost in the scene, almost forgot what home means

Fuck sleep, I bet it all on the team

I don't stress it, count my blessin's

I'm a king, I'm a king

And regardless, we all good, and just know

We all still movin' like y'all should

'Cause when this game switch positions, I don't let it blur the vision

Every verse I spit is like I'm on a murder mission

The clock tickin', better get to work

Tired of moms livin' for the first with an empty purse

Ghetto curse with a bunch of dirty money I can't clean

Half these rappers you take, they autotune off, they can't sing

I ain't hatin', boy, I use it too

So fuck you, judgin' from your cubicles

'Cause somethin' soundin' new to you

And you wanna know what's soundin' old to me?

A bunch of broke **** talkin' 'bout where they supposed to be

How many motivational tweets you gotta see

'Fore you finally believe in yourself?

You got help then it's on you, better do what you gotta do

Take it from me, Young De, I live the impossible

No radio records, no real record deal, no real appeal

Just a bunch of verses everybody feels

They say skill is overrated now, and my age'll weigh me down

One day they'll be happy that this old dog stayed around

I play the pound like a vet, I got pounds on deck

I break it down with respect, let's go

Shit ain't been easy for me

I appreciate the grind, though

And the support

Was feelin' underrated and under-appreciated

Then I checked my bank statements and reevaluated

Far from a millionaire, but even farther from the top

Ramen, water boilin' over the stove, I was really there

Vivid memories of packin' bags back in Philly

Girl lookin' at me silly, said I'm movin' out to LA

Yeah, they 'bout to feel me

I'm 'bout to make it with this rap, it's either that or kill me

I'm even farther from the hype, man

You might've first seen on stage

Standin' right next to legends like a mic stand

Thinkin', "What a life, damn"

But I only made two-fifty a show

And I got lost in the sauce tryna floss on the road

I would come back home more broke than I'd left

Use liquor to cope with stress, I was deeply depressed

I had hope, yes, you see, I never lost sight of that

Because I love to talk my shit, bitch, light a match

Hey, ****, we 'bout to go out there and do our thing

Before we do that, you know how we do, ****, let's cheers up

And may God bless us, even though this world stressin'

Now, let's go shut it down