I was never one to let things go easy believe me, I wish I could let it all fly/ 
I know it’s not classy but when life pass me I stare, & I whistle as the girl walks by/ 
My mother taught me better, she learned it from the hood/ 
Don’t bother chasing gold [bad word] with the wood/ 
But I was like what ever, I’m never one to listen, I ventured into woods other people wouldn’t dare/
Entitled like I’m rich so I always thought I could/ 
In the world not a care when you’re full of ambition/ 
Following the trails to the cities made of myths/
Legendary tales took me there to make a hit/ 
I got up to the door & I wasn’t on the list, opportunity with [bad word] I’m soon to be dismissed/ 
But I was on a mission so I was like yeah, 
I’m kind of a big deal/ Let me in I got a gift/ 

 [bad word] 
 You’ve got to let it go/ 
 Sometimes you’ve got these problems on your mind/ 
 & you should always know/ 
 That people will tell you, you’ll solve them, you’ll be fine/ 
 But I don’t believe that, you see that’s/ 
 way of being lazy, if you want it got to get it/ 
 & you fronted & you quit it/ 
 Than you’re nothing but a victim in a system that we live it/ 
 but forgiven if you want to try again/ 

 I’m a man of faith but I’m not a man that waits/ I don’t plan of fate, I plan on me to make a plate/ 
In other words I don’t [bad word]  I never walk away/
When things fall apart, I build them back I don’t ditch/ 
Folding under pressure, carry more than I can take/ 
Knees buckle from the weight but never sore from the lift/ 
Never came to grips with the fact, that I got to sit back/ 
With the cards I was dealt when I play/ 
I want a better hand so I’m putting mine together/
Not to the sky but the plans that I make/ 
Strength been given, I’ll be [bad word] if I break/ 
It’s brains over bronze, at me weakest when I’m clever/ 
In my twelfth hour when my mom starts to pray/
Fifteen til, still trying to persist/ 
About a minute left when belief starts to shake/ 
brother’s at his best moving mountains till they shift/ 

 [bad word]  

 & what about the times you give it your all & you still for short/ 
To what will you resort/ 
Of course we bounce back but there’s times the force of the smack tells us, we should abort/ 
In fact, a fair line between/ 
retract & react & the action of pride & the lack of a spleen/ 
what happens when pride & the passion of passive behavior/ 
Clash on the grasp of a dream on impact/ 
& sometimes letting go can be a savior/ 
At times holding on could end up being more labor/
So I’m cool when I don’t get the girl/ 
It’s when I’m shooting for the stars that I’ll probably hit the world/ 
Not bad for bad aim, if anything my [bad word] show that I have range & that’s real/ 
So I’ma leave it up to God & God will leave it up to Odd/ 
We’ll see what will happen, chill/