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Said f*ck the collar And the coat that you gave me I made my own man Made it BIG Yeah That's grown son We dont play no hiding Had a lot of help But It's me Who found what life brings And it's stress and it's love And it's everything Never gave a f*ck about who never made it Caus if I gave every ounce of my strength Like atlas I could lift the world But we don't got no maps kid It's a long road Been up Been up on the tracks kid Been crash But it wasnt no accident I Found a passion And a life to be happy with If I wasn't in my head Well shit This is just a rambling Made light to be seen Call it campin I been accent I been over the top I been tellin people that they need to stop And listen Make my pops sad Every single time I miss him Took him 23 years for him to finally Miss me So f*ck him My moms more than struggled everyday You remember shows, with the budden? And the akolades? How long it last? Just a year or so What a fumble I guess it's all good Tryna find some weed to tumble I break bread with the homies If this cheese could crumble I prolly never spread it out I been faux humble Yeah Waiting to blow I'm Ready to go Ready to Ready to go Waiting to blow I'm Ready to go Ready to Ready to Ready to Yeah