[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yo
[Chorus]
Never been nobody’s favorite except for my Mothers and Gods
The fact that you hearin’ this song is me overcomin’ the odds
I’m truly 1 of 1, not like the ones you’ve stumbled across
I know I can’t fumble the ball, look, I done ran hundreds of yards
And still got plenty more, I gotta travel, ‘cause before I score I know I gotta battle
This a Royal Rumble and I’m in a grapple
I’m tryna blow up like grenades
Every bar, I hit ‘em hard, you would think it’s shrapnel
Opportunities you gotta take advantagе of ‘em, otherwise thеy’ll pass you
Everything 4 Weeze, I got it tattooed
[Verse 1]
On the side of my face out in Paris
People know I’m really true to it
If I wrote it, then it’s truth to it
If I hit a wall, then I blew through it
I’m a true student- a work in progress
I’ve been tested- that determined my strength
But I’m great as Prime on a pick 6
Struttin’, scorin’ when he hit the high-step
People dyin’, I just pray I’m not next, I just pray I’m not next, pray I’m not next
Death- I’m too familiar with the concept
Pops passed prior to me even hittin’ puberty- that I had to process
Hardest pill to swallow but I had to digest
Made me feel like I ain’t got no time left
As I get a little closer to his same age year after year
I cry tear after tear, after tear, after tear, after tear, after tear
Yeah, I’m still on my square
Steppin’ up, but it’s really not stairs (Really not stairs)
I’m really not scared, really, I’m here
Really, I’m here
[Chorus]
Never been nobody’s favorite except for my Mothers and Gods
The fact that you hearin’ this song is me overcomin’ the odds
I’m truly 1 of 1, not like the ones you’ve stumbled across
I know I can’t fumble the ball, look, I done ran hundreds of yards
And still got plenty more, I gotta travel, ‘cause before I score I know I gotta battle
This a Royal Rumble and I’m in a grapple
I’m tryna blow up like grenades
Every bar, I hit ‘em hard, you would think it’s shrapnel
Opportunities you gotta take advantage of ‘em, otherwise they’ll pass you
Everything 4 Weeze, I got it tattooed
[Verse 2]
On the side of my face out in Paris
People knowin’ who I do it for
I play it cool, but I never ever been a fool at all
Nonchalant- don’t mean I’m movin’ wrong
That’s just who I am, that’s just who I be- I don’t give a fuck
That’s the Taurus in me- stubborn as a bull
Makes it hard for me to try and switch it up
When the person that’s most dependable inside your life is you
You feel like no one ever got your back, but there’s people that you know you’re vital to
Young n**** from the hood in a cab ridin’ by the entire Louvre
I made it that far chasin’ my desires but I also had the fire too
Pictures out in front the Eiffel too, ‘cause the way I write it is maniacal
4’s up high everywhere I go, representin’ my entire crew
Will my story end on a high note? Couldn’t tell you, I’m like “hell if I know”
When you been raised on survival instincts like you gettin’ primal
Devil’s Playground comes when your time is on your hands and it’s sittin’ idle
One foot in front the other, navigatin’ life blind like I got my eyes closed
But I got God right there with me every single step along the way
Knowin’ that my time is comin’ and I feel it every second of the day, I pray
[Chorus]
Never been nobody’s favorite except for my Mothers and Gods
The fact that you hearin’ this song is me overcomin’ the odds
I’m truly 1 of 1, not like the ones you’ve stumbled across
I know I can’t fumble the ball, look, I done ran hundreds of yards
And still got plenty more, I gotta travel, ‘cause before I score I know I gotta battle
This a Royal Rumble and I’m in a grapple
I’m tryna blow up like grenades
Every bar, I hit ‘em hard, you would think it’s shrapnel
Opportunities you gotta take advantage of ‘em, otherwise they’ll pass you
Everything 4 Weeze, I got it tattooed
[Outro: Will Smith]
Fault and responsibility do not go together
It sucks! But, they don’t
When something is somebody’s fault- we want them to suffer
We want them punished
We want them to— to pay
We want it to be their responsibility to fix it, but, that’s— that’s not how it works
Especially when it’s your heart
Your heart, your life, your happiness is your responsibility
And your responsibility alone
As long as we’re pointin’ a finger and— and stuck in whose fault somethin’ is
We’re jammed and trapped into victim mode
When you’re in victim mode you are stuck in suffering
The road to power is in taking responsibility
Your heart, your life, your happiness is your responsibility
And your responsibility alone
