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This craft is something that has helped me Through everything Its helped me through depression Its helped millions through everyday life This is something that I hold dear to my heart So when I practice it day in and day out Trying to make sure I make the best quality content For everyone Yall see hustle for it Yall see the talent Shit man, I mastered it Mixed all my dreams in a session This is a product of what my peaks averaging Way more than what yall predicted Exceeding expectations what yall have set for me I got the recipe Boy I been cooking up some shit for yall God told me this is what I'm destined for Boy I been working, working Just for the world to hear me DIY underdog I get my point across Like I'm Kyrie with the rock I know you hate the kid I don't swing and miss I ain't stopping till my name is on top Just be humble like K.Dot Don't compare to the niggas That don't put their heart in it I did this shit on my own No one was apart of it Did it all on my own I deserve the right to flex Niggas hate on the kid They were playing checkers I was playing chess Never knowing what's next They try to calculate my steps While yall talking shit I was in the gym getting in my reps Did this shit on my own Did it all on my own Did it all on my own Did it all on my own Did it all on my own Did it all on my own Did it all on my own Did it all on my own Did it all on my own Did it all on my own Did it all on my Yall never answered the phone When a nigga was stuck Now they try to come around Cause they see I got a buck Did this shit on my own Yea did it all on my Bout time for real shit No need for opinions Recorded this shit in my bedroom I'm going the distance I trained for this shit all year I used to have fears of rapping to crowds Now I'm trying to crowd surf with the best of them All of these blessings just fell in my lap Now I'm trying to turn it all into revenue Boy they trying to get me all out my mood I get it They hate how I did This is black excellence Yall shouldn't mess with it Now I'm trying to get a million like Diddy Who else gone hold the torch for my city Doing this shit just to show yall its possible Did this shit all on my own My mom on the phone She telling me baby I'm proud of you Did it all on my own I deserve the right to flex Niggas hate on the kid They were playing checkers I was playing chess Never knowing what's next They try to calculate my steps While yall talking shit I was in the gym getting in my reps Did this shit on my own Did it all on my own Did it all on my own Did it all on my own Did it all on my own Did it all on my own Did it all on my own
Writer(s): Artravius Bailey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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