Legacy & Foundation

The lineage, the legacy, the foundation. The answer for those that seek salvation. Blood, sweat, and tears covered the tile basement. I took a stroll with a cloud waitin', shadowing Moves I'm makin'. I'm tryna shake it, loaded the Bowl and elevate it. I stand for somethin' I'm delegated in the ghetto, Takin' chances, canvas that I'm paintin' with the Hands that held traits of greatness. Whoa. And the failures I've initiated, I prayed my sanity wouldn't cave under the pressure, Expectation weighed a ton. I've learned so much since I was young, like The self-righteous should speak with a forked Tongue. I fought some, my hands tell a story Of a shorty never predicted to make it over 40. Ooh, Give up. It's real. Ooh, give up. Was tryna give up on 'em. Ooh, give I ain't give up on myself though, You know? give All right, you know what I'm Sayin'? Let me go back a little bit and Say it again. Uh, for real, uh, Yeah. My hands tell a story of a shorty Never predicted to make it over 40, And believe 'em, yeah, sure, I admit that. It makes it sweeter when we hit that tour, Rest assured, my flex is pure. Open to the public, my best in store, For all to see. Just note when they talk A G, know some W's meant a loss for Me. They admired the art, but didn't realize Politics tired the heart. Where they get the spotlight and die in the Dark. Where the screams are quiet, tryna breathe in A room full of dream deniers sayin' give up. What's a testament without a hiccup? So we smile hard when we flick up. Fake well-wishes never trick us, so we write 'em Off as lost and never pick up. Sippin' liquor from a pimp cup. What. Give up. That's how we move. Ooh, give up. In the city. You gotta keep your head on a swivel, you Never know what's gon' happen around here, you know? Ooh, give up. Out.