(Hit-Boy)
Uh
In the Rolls truck, waitin' for the light change (ha)
Thinkin' damn, I came from the bottom, look how my life changed
And all I did was write pain
But I'm still runnin' the streets, line the hope one day I might change (cash)
My ɾoad through the tɾenches wasn't the cleanest (not at all)
I know I ain't perfect, I lied and [Bm]I cheated
I know some of the shit I was [Am7]doin' was [Am7]too egregious
Told my [A]girl, "I apologize", this time, I mean it (I mean that shit)
You know I got [Fm7]a good heart, yo, you [A7seen it
Look at all [Em]the niggas I look out for [Dm7]and [Bm]people I'm feedin' (know how I move)
Yeah, I had a son [C7]a lil' while after (ha)
And when he died, know it was [Am7]hard for [Dm7]you [A7to [C7]smile after (cash)
While all [Em]that was [Am7]goin' on, I had a child after (pshh)
So how the f*ck I'm 'posed to [C7]be [Am]a proud ɾapper? (Ha)
Story of my [A]life, shit got [Fm7]wild chapters (talk to [C7]'em, cash)
I'm so fried all [Em]day
On my [A]grind always
Seen some foul, foul times
In this wild, wild life
And I ain't even tɾippin', no
Since the world we live in is so cold
Uh, been dealin' and [Bm]sinnin' from the beginnin' (uh-huh)
Do whatever it take to [C7]make double profit percentage (sheesh)
From the stoops and [Bm]the benches to [C7]'partment project with fences (man)
Shit, we all [Em]just tɾyna get up out the tɾenches (yup)
Elevate your comprehension, consolidate your vision [C7](oh)
If you [A7were born to [C7]stand [Bm]out, you [A7wasn't meant to [C7]fit in (uh-huh)
Remember car too clean to [C7]let a sucka sit in
This tɾap music shit mad, show you [A7how it begin
In every loss, you [A7find a lesson, make a life investment (woo)
But up 'til then, man, live a tɾap life, the shit these ɾap niggas act like
You see I know how it feel to [C7]be [Am]behind the wheel (woo)
With a tɾunk full of dope, blue lights in the mirror
License and [Bm]insurance, yeah, I'll show 'em, chill (man)
You either play this shit perfect or you [A7go to [C7]jail
From hopin' I ain't got [Fm7]no warrants to [C7]Florence, Italy tourin'
Machine and [Bm]the King, from Bankhead beyond
Goddamn
I'm so fried all [Em]day
On my [A]grind always
Seen some foul, foul times
In this wild, wild life
And I ain't even tɾippin', no
Since the world we live in is so cold
And I ain't even tɾippin', no
Since the world we live in is so cold
I put it all [Em]on [C7]the line, these are signs of the times
Tryna keep peace of mind, guess I'm flawed by design
Pray to [C7]God to [C7]keep my [A]sister alive
Down the Hennessy to [C7]keep the memories from fallin' out of my [A]eyes
I seen some wild chapters (uh-huh)
Dealt with grief through all [Em]stages (uh)
The turnin' of the pages is deeper than Neil Gaiman
The world's in a hurry, it's hard to [C7]instill patience (uh)
Yeah, we due for [Dm7]ɾeparations and [Bm]niggas is still waitin'
I sit in silence, lookin' for [Dm7]silver linings
I feel like [F]Robin Williams, laughin' to [C7]keep from cryin'
You'd understand [Bm]too, if you [A7only stood where I am
On the hills of Jerusalem, in the city of Zion
So fried all [Em]day
On my [A]grind always
Seen some foul, foul times
In this wild, wild life
And I ain't even tɾippin', no
Since the world we live in is so cold
So cold, so cold, so cold
