I'VE BEEN...

Practicing loving from a distance

For all my **** dead and gone and stubborn bothers tripping

My **** pull the nine same closet his father's fifth in

Half these **** gone confide in that iron make your decision

Reach these heights gotta swallow your pride change how you living

Hit the drawing board like hundreds of times before I get it

Fuck it **** take the Ls with the stride

Momma phoning keep me focus say we proud if you tried

**** doubted but surrounded you ain't down for the ride

When I had nothing in the tank I knew lil bro spot me five

So once I'm laughing to the bank my **** good till we die

Don't give a fuck bout what you thinking when this dank got me friedfried

Rolling that spliffy up

How can I get up to these heights not lift my **** up

How can I get up on this mic not spit the realest stuff

You never get a chance to see this twice so better live it up

It's it like Jackson

Homie had the pacsun pants filled with magnums

Before the CVS took the zonas went and taxed em

Bro took the stroll from the crib to the battle

Bound to get your iPhone jacked son

Word on the street little Les going platinum

Now when they see em round the way they gotta dap him

Used to wanna tell me run the fade now wanna tap in

And now these **** looking out like how it happen

Live from the nine

Lap around the sun