Yeah
Nolan's son, Sonja's son
[Verse 1]
No more playing Mr. Modest, I'm the rarest nigga breathing
I was birthed by a goddess and my Daddy was a heathen
But a real nigga, 'cause he stuck by me since I was teething
And he know how to start a fucking fire when it’s freezing
Relocated, country life in Mississippi wasn’t pleasing
Left town he had his reasons, trauma steadily increasing
Slaving for some wealth and my mental health I been policing
It’s fucked because my family got too comfortable with grieving
Niggas cool but they ain’t real, if you ain’t solid then you won’t get that
My past has been concealed so if you had me, it ain’t no get backs
Middle fingers to my exes from Georgia way down to Texas
Now I'm flexin' and I'm reckless, pushin' Benzes not the Lexus
Niggas ask me where I'm headed, I'm going right where the check is
Got my foot right where they neck is 'til I'm collecting addresses
Not taking no second guesses, Damez he over suppresses
Play the cards that I was dealt but I always know where the deck is
I'm so recklessly living and I been helplessly dealing with this stress Still the best, bitch I'm not secondly winning
I'm packing and going where my credit’s respectively given
Running from my memory 'cause it’s so infectiously vivid
DMX told me it’s dark and hell is hot
'Cause where I'm from, nigga you gone either sell or shop
I miss my brother, when that bullet hit he fell and dropped
Still going hard nigga, I swear I can smell the top
And Ima give my all with every cell I got
Man I can't wait 'til I can call and fucking tell my Pops
"You can quit ya job and you can say farewell to clocks"
I always get the last laugh, go and tell my opps
Contrary to norm because I rebelled, the cops
They tried to jam a nigga up but no 'cause failure's not an option
Pull up to the auction and I bid a fuckin' fortune on my talent
God snapped creating my concoction
[Hook]
Contrary to norm
Contrary to norm
But I weather the storm
God must’ve panicked on the day I was born
(Nolan's son, Sonja's son) Contrary to norm
I'm so contrary to norm
But I weather the storm
God must’ve panicked on the day I was born
[Verse 2]
I am the rain, the lighting, the thunder, the storm
They say my ways is frightening, bitch I don’t conform
They shot my brother in the face blocks away from his dorm
But he still with me every time that I record or perform
High functioning depression, I'm pressing for some resistance
Praying for some assistance, from these hoes I keep my distance
I could snap in any instance, and if I'm being honest
I don't hate you I'm just not too excited about your existence
I'm wondering if living in hell is better than dying?
I'm wondering if giving up is ever better than trying?
Scared to fall back in love, leave my heart where it’s standing
I been so manipulated, cheated on and abandoned
So I got a bandage and taped that bitch across my heart
Scared to buy another blicky 'cause my thoughts too dark
Suicide’s on my mind, feel like I'm losing my patience
Guess I could just stay here but I'm not too fond of complacence
And I'm not too fond of the faking, you niggas got too much time
You niggas got too much nerve, you never too hard to find
But fuck it I’m on the grind working my way outta hell
You can buy some of my time but my soul not for sale, nigga
[Hook]
Contrary to norm
Contrary to norm
But I weather the storm
God must’ve panicked on the day I was born
(Nolan's son, Sonja's son) Contrary to norm
I'm so contrary to norm
But I weather the storm
God must’ve panicked on the day I was born
Nolan's son, Sonja's son
