Second Guess

Once upon a time think it was '91 Single mother three girls then she had son She called him E R I C not the punch Now he kickin shit eatin this beat for lunch Very scary when im tweakin on a track like thisssss Mary mack couldnt even black like thisssss How the f*ck you never knew i rap and sing Sit back and think Damn He really do it all Smooth criminal like Mike and shit Takes you him and him tryna bite the shit To find out you dont know how to write to shit To tell the truth it's a gift ion fight the shit Im confused bout the come up yo who life is this For the views and the shares and the likes and shit Niggas lose all they morals lose sight and shit But ima cruise through knowin that my lifes legit Ion know how to brag or boast Stayin humble wit it really makes me sad the most Wanna scream wanna shout wanna flex when I'm Out wanna let you motherfuckers really know what I'm about But a means to a end means the end to the mean No more average We supreme Staff on deck we da team steady killin shit Achievin dreams I think i got an answer to my question tho Through the struggle and the fear Who knew blessings grow Far fetched? Dog you gotta catch the throw But I guess fear leads the mind to roam Never let a half hearted make you whole You can bet the devil tryna take ya soul But im so blessed and refreshed Every god damn time i make it home