Verse 1:
No Pappy, but ya [bad word] call me daddy
Riding that 4 train all i invisioned were caddys
Even better AMG 550, sliding out and got my guys with me
 [bad word] yall to my city
New Gitty
Motion picture, get ya popcorn
All American Black tale, Pops gone
And you know just what moms on
 [bad word] it, book full of notes, found my zone- I love it
Diaries, turned to 16's
Just Writing my life and everything in between
How I Did it with no pappy no no no pappy
Chip on my shoulder like the world gonna attack me
Alone with my thoughts, stuck in family court
In a system so lost, still came out as a boss
Did it with, no pappy, no no no pappy
Made it w this rap gift before the streets wrapped me

Verse 2: [bad word] up, a [bad word] like me would only hear
How a [bad word] like me couldn't get there
Some how a [bad word] like me standing right here
Let me guess, was it the hardwork or maybe it was the grind?
Which is my why- my watch don't tell time but that [bad word] surely shines
Getting mine, never forgetting the ghetto from which I climbed
It's my time, I was told so through the signs
More bars, top of the line lines
No lies as my stars start to align
Alpha and omega, may I die in my prime
bit selfish but I can't help it
I mean it was solo I dealt with the problems I was dealt in
Young scrap w no pap and I felt it
What fool to think that a dollar is where the wealth is
Should've focused on ya family and where ya health is
Packed and left, it's all right, I found some direction