Right Where I'm Supposed To Be (Remix)

Married my purpose, came up out the bottom, I grow with it Mama look, your youngest son a big go getter Told me pick something, I'm good at a boss My name since a child, think it's time that I roll with it (ain't no coincidence) I don't think it, I know it I know where I'm going North Dakota, December, I think that I'm colder Came out that womb, I ain't play with no pebbles I stepped on the land, was a target for boulders Soldier, I held that weight on my shoulders Twenty years old, but they think that I'm older On this day, I here by manifest, Bring me Ms.500 in full form You know, ayy, something like Ashi at the end of that journey You know, Samurai Jack, ayy, we gon' persevere, That's by any means It's Mr. 500 And deep down inside, I'm right where I'm supposed to be Ball in this golden state, feelin' like Stephen I came with a message, my life is some leverage I caught an opp by the grip of his throat, I had looked in his face, it was shaped like the devil Get up that hill like Napoleon, Know that they notice me, I be outwitting the devil No clear water, I ain't grow up in order, I'm some' like a lotus, I came out that mud Give out my love and I don't get it back in return, Why they be actin' so uhh? Played with that bottom since I was a toddler, But now that I think that it's time I go up Woo, woo, that be the sound of the owl That be the sound of the wisdom talk, bow, when the lid blow off Baby, I wanna see what's in your mind, She tryna show me what's inside her body I see your plan, you tryna butter me up, and throw me on a pan and cook me like hibachi Not once I complained when my life had got rocky, I got that steel in my body I get fly, I done learned how to fly again I feel like I'm Brasi Five, it's Mr. 500 And I came in with some more vigor Mama, mama, Your youngest son don't do no trippin Bae, this my mama, mama, this bae Your youngest son a big go getter But you only get if you give, So really, I'm sayin' that I'm a big go giver Bae, you on 500 and I'm on 500, We finna have us some dope children And one other thing, They ain't gon' never be a go getters Aye, cause the real ones know, You gotta be a go giver This Mr. 500, bona fide I learn how to fly again, I get fly again I'm right where I supposed to be