October Eight

Aiiii Inversionn Every wrinkle on your face It reminds me of how Much time we don't have left And every memory we made I hold it close You own a place In my heart Growing up as a kid I was a little boy You made me the man that I am Every argument we made Mom I'm sorry for the things I said I'm on my knees like Lord forgive me Please keep my mommy And let her reap her joy And every time your baby gets paid I'll send you a check Like your little boy is doing fine See you try to hide the pain Covered up in my blanket Two A.M You're up and praying Your sleepless nights are not in vain Cus you birth a King You birth a Son See I don't do club or drugs Cus you gave me a firm foundation You raised me up in our local church I'm one but I'll conquer nations I wasn't the best of sons Cus I've been involved in things That you didn't appoint And you didn't approve I've been in arguments with you And I raised my voice that's rude I was young and dumb but still That's no excuse I Remember when you said I'm the greatest You said the world would know My name one day So I'm flipping pages Writing songs with limited streams I rap like I done this for ages Pages? Remember how you helped With homework Held my hand and traced my A's B's capital A's and B's B's, P's I hustled hard to double my P's I don't move drugs no mom I'm clean Sinner to Saint I'm crowned a king Switched my trap On a new routine I can't say it all on a moving beat But I show you When I come down crib You'll see me on TV soon Your boy will go mainstream Cus that's the dream Every wrinkle on your face It reminds me of how Much time we don't have left And every memory we made I hold it close you own a place In my heart Growing up as a kid I was a little boy You made me the man that I am Every argument we made Mom I'm sorry for the things I said I'm on my knees like Lord forgive me Please keep my mommy And let her reap her joy And every time your baby gets paid I'll send you a check Like your little boy is doing fine Inversionn