Verse 1:
I got one life to live a short time to live it
and whatever's left in me Imma find and give it
see a handfull of yall understand the plight
of this underground man at the hand of mic
I get a pen in my hand and write
and while the rest of [bad word] from the [bad word] Imma stand and fight
I got it in sight gotta, get right, gotta get straight
I'm trying to get throught there's alot on my plate
In this ice cold world, better get yall coats
I'm a husband, a father and a football coach
and If you see me on the sideline poaching a game
I needed some joy to balance the emotion and pain
If you see me and my dauhter, and we out on the town
it's cuz she lifts me up, when I'm down with a frown
I'm a family man I ain''t tryin to conceal it
Being myself's the best way for me to be sure that you feel it

Hook:
You gon' feel it, and we gon' make it
we gotta keep pushin til we die
I'm telling you can't nobody hold me back
I'm gonna [bad word] up the line
I know you can feel it, and you gon' hear it
because we go hard each and every day
staying on the grind tryna make a way
tryna make a way, make a way yeah yeah yeah

Vers 2:
You might get sick of [bad word] and hearing me sob
but it's kinda hard tryna juggle my career and my job
Cuz wether it's the M-I-or an I-V
they be calling me notrious E-M-T
Alot of sleepless nights, cuz I'm up while yall asleep
but movies with the wife, that's when I fall asleep
It's all good though, don't stop my flow
cuz I'm a grinder, If yall forget let me reminda ya

It's more than a miracle you hearin me now
no sympathy from the industry
it's wearing me down, tearing me down
rats my job, but hate when my daughter cries
when i catch a plane to rap for yall
can't give me back the weeks i missed
appreciate all the hands that i shook
and the cheeks i kissed
felt this all along, if the songs that i write don't reveal it
I know you ain't me, all I ask is that you feel it

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Verse 3:
Book of matthews the last should be first
put my life in the verse
I wish i could spend my life in reverse
Day 1 for all the passion and pain
My upbringing left me with an emotional strain
Wanna change, [bad word] on my dreams
can't stop me haters, I keep my eye on the goal
like a hockey player
Dog my style greater, major i face problems
Drink away the pain and drain the wine bottle
Critizied for the songs I create
wanna elevate, but I'm stuck down in this place
wait, I reside in the lower east
light skin, crooked teeth
nice since the young gunz like chirs and neef
Lyricaly I'm deep, rhyme tighter I'm here
after the smoke clear like a firefighter
we don't play with it, took a oath to kill it
and whatever we spit, we gon' make you FEEL IT!

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